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.When she saw who he was, her eyes widened.“What the…how—” Without any further spluttering, she took his arm and yanked him inside, closing the door and bolting it behind them.Then, she turned to him, her face flushed in outrage.“What the hell are you doing here?”Christ, she was gorgeous when she was angry.“Returning your wallet.” When he finally managed an answer, holding the leather case out to her, she merely stared at him, her lips slightly parted in disbelief.Without a word, she snatched it from him, glancing down at the brand-name emblazoned leather and then back at him.Her mouth set into a hard line.“Where did you get this?”“It fell out of your purse.” He put his hands up defensively.“I just wanted to get it back to you.”“Or you're some rival gang member out to ransom me back to Darren.”The notion forced a bark of nervous laughter from him.“Yeah, I think if that was the case I probably would have fucked you a bit more before, you know, not letting you leave.”Her mouth dropped open in outrage.“You fucking bastard.”“Look, Vicky,” he quickly tried to salvage the situation, “I swear to God I didn't know who your brother was until I saw your license.Do you really think I would have set myself up to prospect the day after fucking my clearly-unhinged president's sister?”“Don't.Just.don't,” she started, holding out a hand as her breath hitched.Turning, she tossed her wallet onto a nearby coffee table before covering her face with her hands.“Oh fuck.” She glanced back at him, her gray eyes unreadable.“Please tell me this has changed your mind about prospecting.”Now, if there was ever a matter which made him truly doubt his sanity, this was it.The funny thing was that, though he'd contemplated whether or not to go through with his decision all morning, Liam still found himself leaning largely toward going through with his plans.Certainly, it was an idea that fell partially in the suicidal category.Prospecting meant feigning that he didn't know a woman who gave him an instant hard on.Atop that, he'd be swearing his body and soul to a man he knew to be slightly off his rocker.His expression must have revealed the thoughts swirling through his head.After looking at him and registering the resignation on his face, Vicky's sumptuous mouth dropped open in shock.“You have got to be kidding me.”“Look,” Liam ran his hands through mussed hair intensely, looking away from her, “This isn't just about you.I have needs and goals—goals that the Saints can help me reach.”“What? Goals like death and disembowelment?” Exhaling in exasperation, the young woman turned from him to saunter into the kitchen where she poured herself a large cup of black coffee, which she proceeded to drink straight.“Do you even,” she finally managed to say, grimacing at the bitter taste of the drink, “know what Darren would do to you if he finds out? He practically tore me a new one this morning for not answering my phone.”“But he didn't hurt you.” The words escaped Liam before he could stop them.At the inquiry, Vicky stopped cold, staring at him with an unreadable expression.A terse moment passed before Liam repeated his question insistently asking, “He doesn't hit you, does he?”Despite the danger of the man, his societal standing, and all the power that he wielded, the thought of Darren Platt beating on his younger sister made Liam's temper flare.Vicky, on the other hand, seemed amused.Her lips curved into an ironic smile, as she shook her head in disbelief.“What do you care?”Her question gave him pause.What did he care?He'd only met the woman last night.Now, more than ever, his policy should remain that her life was her business.Nonetheless, he still found himself wondering exactly what her interaction with her brother was like and, surprisingly, if there was any way they could get around it.He wanted to see her again—damn it all.Despite the fact that it would probably mean that one or both of them would end up in an insane amount of trouble, he didn't simply want her to disappear.“I care because hitting a woman is wrong,” he finally returned gruffly, his voice low, before continuing, “especially a woman like you.”The girl immediately scoffed, but her cheeks tinged a telling red as she ran fingers through her rapidly drying raven waves.“If you're under the impression that I'm anything special, Liam, save it.You're just another in a long string of men who would be better off not knowing me.”Her lips pressed into a tight line, as she refilled her coffee cup before beginning to sip at it, her gaze cast downward.Her expression made Liam arch a brow.The woman he faced now was completely different than she'd been the previous night.He supposed that the cloak of anonymity tended to make anyone bolder than they usually were.But now that the garment had been ripped away and everyone was laying their cards on the table, things were becoming more than a little complicated.“Just tell me he doesn't hit you.Please.”Vicky gazed up at him before setting her mug down on the counter with a frown.“He doesn't hit me.Why would Darren need to hit me? There are worse ways to control someone.” Crossing her arms protectively over her ample bosom, she trudged past him to the window to look out over the front lawn and towards the market across the street.“You do know,” she continued after a moment, “that they're going to have you steal and traffic drugs for them.There will be gang fights, cops, and even the occasional murder.That's what you're signing up for.”“Nothing I'm a stranger to.” His mouth set in a grim line, Liam stepped up next to her to take in the brilliant weather, well-landscaped garden, and his glinting Harley parked at the front curb.His statement made Vicky look over, giving him a quick once over.Then, she turned her attention once more to the world outside.“So you've been in a crew before?”He shrugged.“Something like that.”“And you're still going for it.knowing that the Saints are probably a thousand times worse?”What else could he do? He needed protection.He needed a strong name behind him, and Vicky was no small consolation prize.“I think you underestimate my character, Vicky.”She merely turned to face him, her face set into lines that booked no arguments.“If you're still going to do this, then we need to set some ground rules.Last night, I wasn't at your house.You don't know me.You've never seen me, and you've certainly never touched me.Got it?”Liam held up his hands defensively, eyes wide.“Whoa, do you think I'm an idiot? Of course not.”“And this,” she gestured back and forth between them, “this can't happen again.”The declaration made him arch a brow.“Can't it?”The two simple words made her face redden slightly in disbelief.“Are you crazy? You want to keep messing around right under my brother's nose? You have some serious issues [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]