Page 29 of Hook
When I questioned the men about what they were doing at my place of business, they were quick to let me know that they'd seen us watching them when they came out of the police station. They waited just long enough to see if I would give Bea up on my own. They showed up, guns ready, to force me to make that decision. I knew then, just like I know now, that they think they'd kill for their pay.
Fortunately for me, the people that came looking for her were just as scared as she was. They weren't soldiers, just hired help who probably never held a gun in their life.
As an ex-con, I know that it'll only take one shot for me to end right back up in jail.
All it'll take is one bad night for everything I've worked for to be ripped away from me. I never thought I would do anything that would jeopardize my freedom again. That last bid I did in prison was the worst. So many nights I sat in my cot just ready to end it all. I didn't see a purpose, didn't see a way out of the shitstorm I'd created in my life.
Brick and the BCMC is a saving grace for me.
Still as I reach up and undo the chains around Bea's wrist I know that I'm ready to lose it all.
She whimpers as I turn her back around and wrap one arm under her thighs and the other around her back to lift her in a bridal carry. "Shh, I got you, sweetheart." I press another sweet kiss to her forehead as she lets her weight fall against me.
I turn and walk back into my office, I can't take her into the clubhouse. She's barely awake and half naked. I walk over to the couch in the corner and lay her down on it before I walk over to the cabinet and pull out the pillow and sheet I have in there.
Before I can spread the sheet out over her, her hand reaches up and grabs onto my shirt. "Lay down." She murmurs.
I know I've got things I need to be doing right now. Brick and Light will be back soon and the rest of the guys are probably going to want to know why a bunch of armed men were about to kill me in my own tow yard. Still, none of that is more important to me right now than making sure Bea is okay.
I grab hold of her, lifting her off the couch before I lay down and let her get comfortable on top of me. I spread the sheet out over both of us and wrap my arms around her. She nuzzles into my chest and before I can say a word I feel her breath even out.
The exertions of the day finally catch up to me paired with the intense relaxation I feel after such an intense orgasm and I feel sweet sleep pulling at my consciousness. I let my eyes fall on the door of my office one time just to make sure it's all locked up tight before I allow myself to fall into a deep sleep.
The last thought on my mind is how perfect Bea feels against me and how I'll do whatever I have to in order to make sure she stays safe.
Twelve
Bea
Bright sunlight splashesacross my face and I turn trying to get away from it.
I feel like I need to sleep for at least another twelve hours. Why the hell is the sun so bright?
I nuzzle deeper into the warmth and take a deep breath. Oil, metal and something more invades my senses and I realize that the warm thing I'm nuzzling against isn't my bed but another body.
My eyes pop open and I look up into Hook's relaxed, sleeping face.
It takes me a few seconds to figure out that last night really happened.
When I move my legs and feel the slight discomfort between them, everything that happened last night comes flooding back like a tsunami. The way this man took me isn't something I'mever going to forget. I look up into his face once again and realize how peaceful he looks. Truly, like the sweetest man in the world.
My eyes roam over his skin, the parts that I can see, and I notice all the tattoos and scars. He may look sweet, but I know deep down that he's anything but. Hook is dangerous. My mind flashes back to when he was beating that man. If the rest of the guys in the club hadn't pulled him off, Hook would’ve killed him. Even afterward, Hook didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he nearly committed murder. All he was concerned about was the fact that I couldn't leave him. The same way Lance had always been.
When I was with him, Lance issued so many threats that if I ever chose to leave, it became the norm. Now I'm starting to think that maybe I shouldn't have taken what Hook said last night so lightly. What if I was just getting myself back into another situation where this man thinks he owns me?
As slowly as I can, I lift myself off Hook's body. He grumbles slightly but doesn't wake; he simply turns on the couch and goes back to his slumber. My thighs are sticky from the night before, but there's nothing I can do about that right now. I'll have to clean up later.
Moving as quietly as I can, I walk to the door that leads to the small garage Hook took me into last night and step inside. Everything is exactly how we left it—my pants and the tatters of my underwear still on the floor. Walking gingerly on bare feet, I grab my pants and slide them on. My thighs are sore, but not so bad. I hiss in slight pain when I drag my pants up over my rear end. My skin still hurts from where Hook smacked me. It was fun while he did it, but not something I'm used to.
I grab my shoes and slide those on, finally taking a good look around the area. It's nothing but tools and a few pieces of paperwork scattered around. He doesn't look very organized. As I look at the tools, a part of me wonders if he always was handy. It's then I realize how little I know about Hook. Hell, I don't even know his real name.
Just like me to get involved with someone without knowing the basics about him. This was part of the mystery with Lance when he and I first started. He was such an enigma to me. All I knew was he wasn't to be messed with. Now I'm starting to have feelings for a man who has my subconscious throwing up more red flags than a ball game.
"Not again. You can't do this again," I whisper to myself and spin in a small circle, desperate to find out more information about the man I'd just spent one of the most glorious nights with. My eyes settle on a desk in the corner; there's an old-looking computer on the desk and a few papers scattered around it.
My eyes jerk back to the door that leads to the office as I get the courage to do some digging. I just need to know a little bit about the man. I need to know who I'm dealing with. I rush over to the desk and turn on the computer. I wince and still as the old machine makes a loud beeping noise as it comes to life.
On the screen is a form I think Hook uses when he brings in the cars he tows. I've no idea what it's for, but it's also not of use to me. Instead, I use the mouse to navigate to the Internet Explorer icon and double-click. It takes a few seconds for the search page to pop up, but when it does, I don't even know what I should put in.