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“And you need to give me a reason to get that CCTV.”

“You blackmailing me, Fury?”

“Sure am,” I answered, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, feeling the gasp of air and a little buckle of her knees. This woman loved to play rough. I just knew it. And tonight, we were going to see just how rough. Blackmail or not.

*****

“You know, I would have got a taxi,” Heidi complained as we drove through the night, streaks of light rushing by.

“Why get a taxi when I’ve got a truck?”

“Will your bike be ok left outside of the pub?”

“Why aye. No one is gonna nick it. Not from right outside our clubhouse, and not tonight. There’s too many of us around. They’d be suicidal.”

“And what would you do if they tried?” She turned, staring straight at me, the question heavily laced with something else, but I wasn’t sure what.

“We’d have a nice little chat, show them the error of their ways.” I grinned back at her.

“Show?”

“Yeah. It’s louder than words.” I chuckled. To myself apparently because Heidi said nothing more but stared straight ahead, her lips pursed together.

Newcastle was busy, the weather forcing people into cars and taxis, pedestrians looking for the driest route to the next bar. I pulled around the side of the hotel now, to where a ramp led down to an underground carpark, the loud exhaust that would have given my Harley a run for its money, echoing off the walls. Underneath, the carpark was tight, not designed for the big recovery truck, but I squeezed it in anyway, straddling two car parking bays at the far end of the space.

“Look, I…” Heidi began, drawing her mobile from her handbag and reaching for the door handle.

“You wanna call it a night?”

“I’m tired,” she answered, quietly, distracted.

“What is it, doll?”

There was something wrong.

“I…err. Someone’s watching me.”

“What do you mean?”

“They know what room I’m in. Here. In the hotel. They know what room I’m in.”

Her voice was cracking, panic seeping in between the gaps. She looked up at me. Fear in those blue eyes again. And Now I was fucking angry. Because someone was threatening my girl.

“Give me that phone,” I commanded, and she passed the device towards me.

‘Welcome home, sugar lips. Since you haven’t fucked off back to London, I’ll see you in room 1026 in a few minutes.’ The text message read from a number her mobile didn’t recognise.

Chapter Twenty Two

Fury’s brows furrowed as he read the text on the screen from the phone he’d taken from me.

“You got this just now?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you don’t recognise the number?”

I shook my head.