Make Me Your Villain (Battle Crows MC 2)

Once there, I looked around, finding the small window that was just big enough for me to fit through.

I grinned and unlatched the window, using the sink to help get me up to height so I could slip out of it.

Once I was halfway through, I realized that I was going to have to fall out headfirst or come at it from a different angle.

I decided that Teller wasn’t a patient man, and he’d give me two minutes tops to come back out, or he’d follow me inside.

I chose to fall out of it headfirst, breaking my fall with my arms outstretched and handstand walking a couple of feet on the gritty concrete before coming down fairly gracefully.

Once up, I wiped my hands on my jeans and started to come around the corner.

I heard a muttered curse and then, “Iris!”

I started to run, knowing without a doubt that he’d be coming out that front door like his ass was on fire.

I made it to the front of the building without mishap.

But I was right.

The moment that I headed for the sidewalk, I heard him.

“Where are you going?” Teller roared.

I walked away without looking back.

Sadly, when I got to the parking lot, I realized that I was stupid when I decided to ride to the restaurant with a friend.

I didn’t have a car, and this small, godforsaken town was too damn small to have a cab company, let alone Ubers.

I cursed my bad luck.

Seriously, why the hell did I always find myself in these situations?

I picked up the pace when I heard the pounding of boots behind me, looking around frantically for a way out of this situation.

Funny enough, there was a sexy man that was straddling his bike as he was walking it backward out of his parking spot.

I didn’t stop to think.

I only did what came instinctively.

I ran across the parking lot, ignoring the roaring of my name and the pounding of feet behind me, and all but threw myself onto the back of Thoralike’s bike.

The man that’d told the most epic story ever froze, looked behind him, and saw who it was on the back of his bike.

I completely expected him to throw me off of it.

He didn’t.

He started the bike up with a roar, kicked it into gear, and set off at such a fast pace through the parking lot that I squealed.

CHAPTER 3

Have you ever met someone that was sunshine in human form? Yeah, that’s not me.

-Shine to Iris

SHINE

I’d never been so instantly attracted to someone in my life.

I was a leg person.

Always had been.

Not an ass man. Not a boob man.

A muscular leg man.

I didn’t know why.

But something about seeing the play of muscles on a woman’s legs made my dick hard, and my mind race with possibilities.

So when I saw her sitting across from me for the first time tonight, I’d been enamored at first glance.

But then she’d started to listen to me talk, glance at me, and completely ignore the douchebag that’d been sitting with her half the night.

That’s when I started to really take notice of her.

She looked uncomfortable as hell.

To the point where she kept scouting out exits, tagging any ‘large’ men that she could put between herself and the man talking to her.

I hadn’t been aware that she was listening to me so intently, though, because otherwise I might not have told my favorite line to use when people asked me stupid questions.

Ask stupid questions, get stupid answers.

I mean, who the hell asked someone they just met if their parents were really dead?

Regardless, when she’d raced over to the jukebox, completely leaving her asshole friend behind, and started playing “Papa Loved Mama” by Garth Brooks, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning back in the chair and laughing.

Even worse, the ladies that’d taken up residence at my table hadn’t even realized the significance of the song, or the story.

When she’d turned and looked at me, and my eyes met hers over the length of the bar, I knew that this girl wasn’t like the rest.

She was someone that I’d like to know.

But then that asshole had cornered her, and she hadn’t moved away.

Cursing myself for my ability to always pick the taken ones, I shoved my phone into my pocket and got up.

Picking the helmet up off the ground, I tucked it underneath my arm and headed outside.

I didn’t spare the girl a glance, because I knew that if I had, I would be turning around and insinuating myself where I probably wasn’t wanted.

I was good at that—choosing ones that looked like they were in trouble, but really were just trouble all by themselves.

Hence the bad breakup with Lindy.

Heading toward my bike, I avoided the parking lot that looked to be full of teenagers and got on my bike.

I’d walked it most of the way out of the parking spot I’d parked it in when I heard running footsteps.