“Okay.” A chill works through my body, and I’m afraid of how Diego will react.
“You want to get out of here?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go for a ride.” He tosses some cash on the table and we file out of the loud bar.
I get back on his motorcycle and wrap my arms around his center. The scent of leather and his cologne takes hold of me and all the tension I was feeling in the bar leaves me. There’s just something about Diego that puts me at ease.
We travel for what seems like an hour, turning off on a gravel road that winds up the side of a mountain and back down the other side. Diego brings the motorcycle to a stop in a clearing that houses a cabin. “You live all the way out here?” I question as I follow him onto the porch.
“Naw, it’s more of a weekend getaway fishing cabin. Was my old man’s favorite spot.” He shuffles around in the dark and unlocks the door.
My pulse spikes, the hair on my arms stands at attention as realization hits me. I’m alone at a remote location with a guy I know absolutely nothing about. It is either crazy or really dumb. I let out a breath and cross through the doorway. Diego flips the light switch on revealing a cozy setting.
The back of the couch is covered with a patchwork quilt. A stone fireplace takes up the center of the living room. To the left is a small kitchen and to the right is two doors that I assume lead to the bedroom and bathroom. I take off his leather jacket and sling it over the back of a chair.
I stand in the center of the room soaking it all in. Over the fireplace is one single photo frame. I cross the room and take the wooden frame between my hands. My lips curve into a smile. There’s a young guy appearing to be in his twenties standing in front of a Harley Davidson motorcycle wearing a leather vest. I recognize the O7 I noticed tattooed on Diego’s neck in almost the same exact spot. The man has a little boy on his shoulders. “Is that you and your dad?’
“The one and only Killshot.” He grins with a haunted expression in his eyes and takes the frame from me, placing it back on the mantle.
“Killshot?” My brow curves into an arch. I study the photo closer and the man’s vest indicates he’s the president of an MC. “What do they call you?”
Diego stares deeply into my eyes, and I feel like I can’t breathe from the intensity I find in his darkened gaze. “They call me Diablo.” He winks.
“Are you a devil?”
“You have no idea, sweetness.” His wicked tongue darts out and licks his lip piercing.
“Are you a bad guy? You a member of that motorcycle club your father rode with?”
“The less questions you ask about that side of my life, the better.” Diego caresses my cheek with his finger, trailing a path of fire down my neck.
“Why’d you bring me here?”
“Why’d you come?” Not waiting for my reply, he kisses the corner of my mouth. “I bet you’re a good girl in need of an adventure. I bet you always do what you’re told like a good little princessa. You need a bad guy like me to dirty you up. Show you how rough boys do it.”
“I bet you always get your way,” I whisper then pull away before he kisses me again.
His jaw ticks. “I don’t play games. When I see something I want. I take it.” His large hand wraps around the back of my head. “You gonna deny me of that mouth?”
Chapter 8
—Diego
Sybil smirks at me. Her dark hair framing her face. “Thought you were a bad boy. Don’t bad boys take what they want?”
I suck in a deep breath. She’s playing with fire and has no idea how badly she’s going to burn. I could kill her now and be done with the whole fucking thing. One bullet between the eyes and I get what I want. The O7 patch that was once sewn on the back of my father’s cut. I’m going to kill Wrath and claim that president’s patch. I’m going to bleed the bastard out. Make him suffer an excruciating death.
There’s only one problem.
Her.
Sybil White.
I’ve only just met her and she’s already under my skin. She has no idea the dirty things I want to do to her. The thoughts I have of taking her into the bedroom—tying her up to the bed and making her submit to me. Marking every inch of her pale skin with my mouth and fingers. I want to see her pale skin ripe with my teeth marks and my fingerprints. I want to possess her body in every way imaginable. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want her outside of making Wrath pay.
I’m completely fucked.