Page 7 of Tormented By Regret
“I’m a damn Bastard!” I yelled out, my back foot slipping on a stair, and I stumbled down, off the porch steps.
I cursed as I nearly fell on my ass. I hated being taken by surprise.
“You are one pretty little lunatic, aren’t you. The name’s Powertrain…”
“No, sweetheart, I want the name on your birth certificate.”
I gritted my teeth as she pointed the gun below my belt. “It’s Lee! Lee Berwick!
“You’re brother’s Trevor Berwick?”
“That’s right,” I answered carefully. I had to be careful about associating myself with Trevor Berwick. You never knew who my brother might have pissed off along the way.
She slowly looked up at me from the scope of the rifle, and then slowly she brought the muzzle down to aim at the ground.
“Goddammit!” I yelled, stomping back up the steps and hurling myself at her.
She was quick on her feet though and she jumped back, the gun once again pressed to my chest. “Let me make one thing clear to you. I’ve had my run-ins with you Bastards, and just cause your family doesn’t mean I won’t put a bullet in you. I just won’t aim for the heart. My dad taught me better than that.”
She drew the gun down again below my belt and I growled. “I don’t like being threatened, little girl.”
“I’m a threat!” She stated in mock shock. “I’m not the man standing in front of a woman’s porch forcing himself on her.”
“I was not forcing…”
“Oh really? You weren’t trying to pry my door open just a few minutes ago?”
“You sure do like to twist things around, don’t ya honey.”
“Don’t you call me honey,” she seethed.
“Baby. Darlin’. Lunatic,” I responded, apparently trying to get on her bad side. It worked.
She trained her eyes on me, and I found myself staring at the barrel of the damn rifle. “Call me that again,” she warned.
“That’s enough!” I yelled out. “Your brother sent me.”
“Ethan,” she whispered, slowly bringing the gun down until the muzzle was finally, safely, facing the ground.
“He says you’ve got to come home with me.”
She shook her head. “I can’t do that.”
“It’s orders. I can’t leave here without you.”
“I said I can’t, and I won’t. I have more important things to do here.”
She tried moving around me and I cornered her against the deck railing that wrapped around the house. She was a curvy little thing and she smelled like jasmine on a summer night. She attempted to raise the gun again and I held onto that rifle for dear life while forcing it back down, she never let it go.
“Orders are orders. You’re a biker princess so you must know what that means. I ain’t leaving here without you.”
“Then you better set up a tent out here on the deck, because I’m not leaving with you and you’re not coming inside.”
“You’re just as stubborn as your brother.”
She smiled, going up on tiptoes, trying to bring herself to my level. “No, honey. I’m worse.”
“You trying to get me all riled up?”