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"Fuck! You're driving me insane." He pushes his hands up into my hair and tips my head back. "That's the last fucking time you do this shit. If you want to know something about me, ask."

"Yes." I do my best to nod in the awkward position before I raise on my tip toes and surprise him by pressing my lips to his.

He growls deep in his chest and wraps his free around my back before deepening the kiss.

There is definitely something more going on between him and I. I don't care what he's done in the past, so long as he keeps holding me like this.

Thirteen

Hook

How the helldid she convince me to bring her back here.

The minute I watched her tail lights leave the tow yard I was sure that I'd never see her again and as fucked up as it felt I knew it was for the best.

Yet the second she bats her eyelashes at me I folded like a deck of cards.

We didn't talk much on the drive back, I'm still pissed at her for looking me up but it's not like it was a secret. Anyone can go online nowadays and find out exactly what I was in prison for. The only problem is the media doesn't pain convicts in the best light. They didn't tell the part where the man in the car was beating his wife and kid while swerving all over the rode. They didn't talk about how she was scared out of her mind and begged me to help them get away. Didn't talk about the fact that the man swore he'd kill me if I didn't kill him. All the media wasconcerned about was making me out to be the bad guy because of my previous record.

I feel like I've spent so much of my life with a dark cloud that is my past mistakes hovering over head. When Bea ran out I figured she was just another person who couldn't stand the storm.

"Is it still okay for me to use the shower?" Bea asked as I opened the door to the office.

"Yeah, you need anything else?" I questioned.

"If you have any sweats or something else I can wear. I haven't been able to get to the wash yet." She looks sheepish, and part of me wants to tell her that she never has to be ashamed around me. I don't care what she's wearing or how she looks; she's the most beautiful girl in the world.

I gag hard and have to put a hand to my mouth to keep from vomiting. Did I really just think that?

What the hell was happening to me?

"I'll go get some. I'll put it in the bathroom before you get out." I say, disguising the fact that my sappy thoughts nearly caused me to throw up all over the place.

I don't know what it is about Bea that's got me going against everything I am, but I want this to stop pronto.

"Thanks, Hook." She reaches over and grabs my arm before I can walk away. "I'm sorry." I can see the remorse in her eyes, but I don't have anything nice to say in return, so I simply nod.

She pulls off her sweater and starts to undress as she walks into the bathroom. If I follow her, I wonder if I could get more of the treatment I got last night.

Shaking the thoughts away, I head out of the office and in the direction of the compound. Everyone is there with the bikes in the garage, and I'm sure they all have some questions for me. I don't stop to talk to any of them besides a distinct head nod as my greeting.

I go straight to my room and get the smallest set of sweats I have along with a T-shirt. It'll be way too big on Bea, but it's the best I can do right now until we can get her some clothes.

"Hook." Brick calls for me as I'm leaving my room.

I turn on my heel and go in his direction. Instead of waiting for me to get to him, he turns and walks toward church. I follow him inside but don't sit down.

"Did you miss the part when I told you not to get involved in whatever mess this woman’s got going on?" Brick goes in on me right away.

"No, Brick. I heard you loud and clear. Believe me, if I could get out of this shit, I would, but they're not leaving me much of a choice." I shrug my shoulders and wait for him to say whatever else he has to say.

"You know this is the same thing that happened last time. You're off trying to play hero, and you get yourself caught up. Don't let this woman bring you down. You know what's going to happen if you get pinched again." Brick tilts his head, and I have to bite back a curse. I don't want to disrespect him, but at the same time, I'm tired of hearing how I'm about to lose everything.

"I know, Brick, but I can't leave her on her own." My mind focuses on the fact that she's alone in the office right now, and a million and one messed-up scenarios flit through my mind in the few seconds of silence. "Actually, I want to request she has access to the clubhouse indefinitely." I ask Brick, and when his eyes open wide, I know the reason. People don't have access to the clubhouse unless they are patched in, prospects, or trusted members of the public—all of which is very, very few.

"You sure that's what you want? Do you understand what you're asking me? You don't know her very well." Brick shakes his head.

"I know her well enough."