The Outlaw's Obsession(42)

The whore moved closer to him but was smart enough to keep a good distance between them. She had these “fuck me” heels on, and the skirt she wore nearly showed the lips of her cunt. But Trick smelled the Grizzly MC all over her, and he didn’t stop the snarl that left him. Her fear came at him and wrapped around his cock. Trick loved a female that was frightened.

“You talked to Bosco personally?” She phrased it like a question even though he knew she was fully aware of the answer. He didn’t respond. She was the one that wanted to meet with him, so she needed to get the fuck on with it. She glanced around when he didn’t respond. “I know where Sonya is.”

“Yeah, I fucking know where she is, too.” He leaned against his bike and crossed his arms over his chest. She swallowed and started shifting on her feet.

“I can get her away from the protection of the club, but it’ll have to be tonight.”

He cocked a brow. “Yeah? And how do you plan on doing that with Jagger and his fuckers watching her?” Trick had been watching the place, but he had been careful. If the bears caught wind that he was so close his chance of surprise would be gone. Although Jagger had put a lockdown on the club, from the small hotel that was situated a few blocks from The Grizzly clubhouse, Trick had been able to keep an eye on the place at a safe distance until he was ready to make his move. With no backup aside from his one guy, he had to actually think strategically on his next move. Before he could just take what he wanted because his crew was there for muscle. But Jagger and his men had ended that.

“Because they are headed out this evening for some club business. Only two of the members are staying behind, but that’s not including Bill-O. But he’s too old to do much of anything.” Of course Trick would have realized this anyway since he knew when the MC came and left. When he wasn’t watching the clubhouse his guy was.

“And what makes you think I need your help or want it?”

The scent of her jealousy outweighed the fear. “Maybe you don’t, but you and I both know that the bears are looking for you, and eventually they will find you. You’re outnumbered.”

Trick pushed off his bike and stalked forward. He had his hand around her throat before she could even blink.

“Bitch, you have no fucking idea who you’re messing with.” She clawed at his hand, and he grinned at her struggles. “I could snap your neck right now, and I guarantee not Jagger or anyone else would fucking miss your whorish ass.” When her lips started turning blue and her eyes rolled back in her head he let go of her. She fell to the ground and gasped violently. “Now, you and I clearly want the same thing, so how about we just set this shit up, and then you can go on with your happy little life.” What she didn’t know was that he was going to kill every single one of those grizzly assholes, so she still wouldn’t get what she wanted. He went back to his bike and leaned against it. He watched her struggle to stand, and when she seemed like she had her shit together he said, “All right, let’s set this set up and we both can be on our motherfucking way.”



“You have my cell number, right, baby?”

Sonya was in Jagger’s room, sitting on his bed. She smiled at him and watched as he dried off his body with a towel that seemed far too small. Not that she was complaining, because watching him nude and running that small strip of white material over his freshly washed form, collecting all those water droplets, was doing wicked things to her body.

“Yes, I have the number you gave me days ago, but everything will be fine.” She smiled again, but got distracted when he ran the towel over his semi-hard cock. They had just had sex so she shouldn’t be aroused again, but God, she was. Being with Jagger was liberating, exhilarating, and she didn’t feel anything but warmth, pleasure, and affection when she was intimate with him. She had known there was more to sex than what she had experienced with Trick. Even knowing that one day she would have escaped, Sonya honestly didn’t know if she would have ever been able to be with another man sexually. Jagger had changed all of that in such a short amount of time. Was it love at first sight? No, because Sonya believed those kinds of feelings took time, but there was definitely something between the two of them that couldn’t be explained and was so very good and right. It was powerful and intense, and she felt safe around Jagger. That had to count for a damn lot , especially given the life she had led the last seven years.

“Female, if you keep looking at me we are going to have to go for another round.” He growled out the words, and a little shiver worked its way through her. She only had a sheet covering her nudity, and it would be easy to push it off and let him deliver on that darkly erotic promise. He growled again, tossed the towel to the ground, and started stalking toward her. Sonya’s heart jumped in anticipation, but right when he reached her there was a knock on the door. “Do not fucking come in.” Jagger moved so his body was directly in front of hers, blocking the view if someone didn’t listen to his threat.