Road doesn’t trust anyone. He knows how quickly women can turn, and he knows Dinah has been sent by Sergey Golubev. Every time he looks in the mirror, he's reminded of the scars left by Golubev’s handywork.
From the moment Dinah Evans walked into the Evil Fallen Bratva MC clubhouse, she knew she had made a mistake. She does not work for Sergey, but she knows who he is. Several years ago, her mother rejected the man, and as punishment, she paid the price. She knows she should stay away from Road. But, every time he comes calling, she doesn’t turn him away. There is more to Road than meets the eye.
Dinah is the first woman that doesn’t flinch away from him. She’s not repulsed by his scars, and Road loves being around her. But, she doesn’t know the truth. It's only a matter of time before it comes out. All of those years ago, he was the one who made the order on her mother. He was doing his job, and now, he has to keep that from her.
Golubev is closing in. He's dangerous, and Road has to make a choice, one that could change their lives forever.
“I’ve got a job to do, and a kid, he or she, doesn’t need to grow up with a father on a mission to make this world safer.”
There was silence and he watched her as she lifted her head and looked at him.
“You’re talking about Sergey Golubev,” she said.
“Yes.”
“You plan to kill him?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not even worried that I’ll go to the police?”
He laughed. “You’ve had many chances to go to the police in the last few weeks, and not once have you, because I do believe you said they are not to be trusted, so, no, I don’t believe you will.”
“Isn’t this some kind of bad thing?” she asked. “Won’t your club be angry at you for telling me?”
“No, because I have a feeling you’ve got the same vendetta I do,” he said.
“Yeah, but I guess the only difference between us is that you can do something about yours?” She tilted her head to the side and raised both of her brows.
“I’m getting there.” Road wasn’t happy with the lack of progress they were making. He knew Nikki, Golubev’s eldest son, had been in touch with Brute, and asked them to back off for the time being. He didn’t like it.
Now was the time to strike at Golubev. If they allowed him to get stronger, he’d come after the club and they would be royally fucked. However, with Brute now dealing with a wife and having a kid on the way in a matter of weeks, he’d changed.
He knew Brute would still make decisions for the club that would keep them all alive, but Road wanted action. He wanted his revenge.
Damn it, he wanted to see the Golubev fucking burn and that included the likes of Nikki. He didn’t know when the bastard had decided to start working against his father, but he’d made some decisions that would cost any man his soul.
Road had, and glancing over at Dinah, he knew there was one he’d already made that was coming back to bite him in the ass.
“We’re getting off subject here. Have you ever been kissed by a guy?” he asked, trying to stay focused on Dinah and her virginal state.
She pursed her lips. “You already know the answer to that question.”
“No?”
When she rolled her eyes that way, he loved it. She looked so adorable, and inpatient, and he wanted to keep irritating her just to see it.
“No, there. I’ve not been kissed by a guy. Wow, Road, you are so obsessed with this.”
“Do you want to be?” he asked.
She took a deep breath. “What? Do you think I should just go up to some random guy, grab him and kiss him?” She giggled.
“No, but you could kiss me.” He didn’t like the feelings that evoked in him from her suggestion. There was no way any other guy was going to touch her. He wouldn’t allow it, and that felt odd for Road.
He’d used women in the past—a lot of them—and he didn’t care what that meant. Women had been a commodity, an easy way to gain information, and now as he looked at Dinah, he saw something different. Her plump red lips looked so inviting, and knowing no other man had touched them, well, it turned him on. Dinah was new to everything, and for the first time in awhile, Road felt an addiction.
“Nah, I can’t kiss you.” She got to her feet, picked up her plate, and walked into the kitchen.
He followed her through.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because … you’re my friend and friends don’t go around experimenting on each other.” She frowned.
“Is it because of my scars?” he asked. “Is that why?”
She spun around, put her plates on the counter, and then gave him her full attention. “Are you being real right now? Are you seriously asking me that?”
“I’m just … I’m curious is all. That is all.” He held his hands up. “Aren’t you?”
“About kissing?”
“Yes.”
She sighed. “I guess I have been, but what you’re suggesting is not right.”
“Why not?” he asked. “I’m a willing volunteer.”
“You’re more than happy for me to use you as practice for kissing?”
“Go ahead, kiss me. See if you even like it.”
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