Temper: Road Roses MC

by Ada Stone

  “Susanna, I…” His expression had turned tender, telling me that he wasn’t understanding what I was talking about. I knew I’d have to tell him what happened.

  Sucking in a harsh breath, I spit it out. “I slept with Alexei.”

  He froze. I wasn’t even sure if he was breathing anymore. He stared at me with those huge brown eyes, almost not seeing me at all. Then he blinked and let out a rush of air through his clenched teeth. A moment later, he asked dumbly, “Who?”

  “Alexei,” I told him carefully, knowing how this was going to go over. “The…the baby’s father. I…I don’t know what happened.” Which was not entirely the truth, but sort of. I hadn’t intended for that to happen, though I enjoyed it enough to know that I would let it happen again in a heartbeat. “He was here and I was…It did happen, Tyler. It happened and you deserve better.”

  I sat heavily on one of the stools at the counter, feeling miserable. I didn’t want to lose Tyler as a friend and I felt awful after everything that had happened. It was supposed to be us against the world, but I had a feeling that after my admission, that was no longer the case.

  Then he surprised me. “Are you telling me no because…well, because you guys are together now?”

  I stiffened. Together? Well, we’d slept together a total of four times, but I’d left knowing that he didn’t want anything like that the first time and he’d left the second time before I could even attempt to decipher anything. I hesitated, then decided that honesty was all I had to offer as confusing as it might be. “Um, no. I mean, not really, he just…” Just what? Stormed in, tore off my clothes and devoured my body until I felt like I was crumbling in ecstasy beneath him? No, I definitely couldn’t say that, so I tried again. “He’s gone and I don’t even have a number. I…he probably won’t be back.”

  Of course I’d thought I wouldn’t see him again after the first time, too, so some part of me hoped I would be wrong again.

  Tyler processed this information, then seemed to make a decision. Leveling his gaze on me, he said, “Then I don’t care.”

  My eyes widened at his words. What?

  “I don’t care, because you’re all I’ve ever wanted Susanna. So if you’re not already with this guy, then I want a chance.” His eyes smoldered with passion and ferocity as he said this, intensity I was definitely not used to from him.

  “You…?” But I didn’t even know what to say.

  He took a deep breath, looked me in the eye, and said, “I’m in love with you, Susanna. I have been forever. I don’t care about anything else but that.” He took my hands in his, holding them tightly, as though he could make me feel his love through that simple touch. Unfortunately, I felt nothing. Just the warm pressure of his hands, which was barely anything at all. It was nothing like how I felt when Alexei was just in the same room as me.

  Gently, I pulled my hands back. I shook my head. “I…I had no idea, but, Tyler…this isn’t right. You should be with someone who feels that way about you, too, and, well, we’ve just been friends for so long and—”

  He took my hands again, sparking a quick annoyance in me that died nearly as fast. “Yeah, but that’s because you’ve only looked at me like a friend. Now you know how I feel and you can think about me in other ways, too. Especially now that you’ve—” He broke off abruptly, his cheeks going red. I thought it was in embarrassment, but then I saw a flash of anger.

  I bit my lip, then said, “I just don’t know, Tyler.”

  He shook his head. “I do. This Alexei guy isn’t going to stick around and you need a husband. That’ll be me and the rest will come with time. It’ll be okay, Susanna.”

  I wasn’t convinced, but didn’t argue further. I didn’t know how to make him understand what I could feel in my heart: I was never going to love him like that.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Alexei

  Hours Earlier

  I arrived at the club before it closed. There wasn’t a lot of time left, last call was at two, but I still had a half an hour or so. Plenty of time. Sliding out of my car, I headed towards the bar, making sure that my gun was tucked beneath my jacket and concealed, but easy to reach. Dominick wouldn’t have an issue with me having the gun, but some of the people who worked there and visited often maybe didn’t understand who really ran the bar. They wouldn’t be too happy with having a loaded gun in the place, though I knew without asking that there was a shotgun beneath the counter and a pistol in the drawer where Dominick would tend that evening.

  As soon as I walked in, I spotted Dominick. He was cleaning glasses as several tossed men, looking miserable and happily so, nursed the remnants of whatever they’d been drinking for most of that night.

  I locked eyes with him and his expression turned grave. He knew exactly what I did for a living and knew what the consequences of his call to me had been. He’d effectively sentenced a man to death, and that probably wasn’t sitting really well with him just then. Sure, Dominick was a tough guy and knew that there were certain things that came with the territory of essentially being run by Vinny. Getting rid of rats happened to be one of those things.

  Still, he wasn’t the kind of guy who appreciated that sort of vigilante, eye for an eye type of justice. He still had some hope in the judiciary branch of government, though it was waning with each passing month.

  After a minute of unspoken communication between the two of us, he jerked his head towards the opposite corner of the bar, then broke eye contact with me. He went back to cleaning glasses, acting as though I was just another customer or maybe no one at all. He was good about being calm like that.

  I took his hint and scanned the bar quickly and efficiently as I shoved my hands into my pockets, casually walking further into the dimly lit room. There were still a few brave souls clinging to each other on the dance floor, trying to hold each other up and swaying gently to the music, which had become quiet and soft, unlike the electronica business that would have been playing earlier. Beyond them were tables that lined the walls. Booths, mostly, with plain black leather seats and dark wood tables that weren’t shiny enough to reflect the strobe lights that bounced around earlier in the evening. Most of them were empty at this point as last call would be coming very soon, but there were one or two still occupied.

  Sitting at one of these tables was a young man with light, honey colored blond hair and blue eyes that were watered down, dulled by alcohol and maybe some form of drug. He was relatively somber, though there was a ghost of a smile lingering on his youthful features.

  Christopher Ferrars.

  I recognized him instantly and began to make my way carefully across the room towards the table. I didn’t know if he knew that there was a price on his head—he’d be the biggest moron on the planet if he thought there wasn’t—so I didn’t want to spook him by being obvious.

  As I got closer, I noticed that there was another man sitting across from him. Young also, he had dishwater brown hair and a slightly tan skin, though not like he’d seen the sun frequently. Instead, it was more like he was naturally tan and because he hadn’t seen the sun much lately, he was actually kind of dusky and paler than he should be.

  A friend? I wondered silently. Or a business associate.

  As far as I knew, Christopher had pulled his stunt alone, but it wasn’t beyond reason to think he’d had a partner in the crime. In fact, it was more likely than anything else. He didn’t seem handy enough or clever enough to have pulled the heist off on his own. A partner would have given him some help both in dispatching with Vinny’s man and with hauling the money to the van. Still, Vinny hadn’t mentioned a second man. There was a chance he was uninvolved completely, just an unwitting friend sitting across from a dead man.

  I frowned. I didn’t like that.

  If this guy was merely a friend and not an accomplice, then he was innocent, more or less. Sure, he’d probably done something to earn him some hard licks here and there, but chances were he hadn’t done anything to warrant execution. And I
didn’t like executing the undeserving.

  Which was why I slid into the booth right behind them and flagged down a waitress, instead of going straight to their table. I wanted to listen a little bit and I wanted more information before making a move.

  “Vodka, neat,” I told the waitress who smiled flirtatiously at me before disappearing back to the bar for my drink. My mind flickered back to Susanna, how I’d left her naked and sore on the floor, thoroughly fucked. How I’d made her mine, because she was mine.

  I shook my head, forcing the memories away. I couldn’t think about her and my job at the same time. That was too dangerous.

  Digging into the pocket of my slacks, I found my phone and dragged it out. Vinny wasn’t one to text, but I wasn’t comfortable calling him. If I had to do too much talking, then it might tip off Christopher and I wouldn’t risk that. The boy had become a thorn in my side and I wasn’t about to lose my first real shot at him just for the sake of the moron sitting across from him.

  So I texted the question, careful of my wording. That new employee of yours bring a friend along for the job?

  Then I waited, listening casually to the conversation behind me.

  “…huge tits!” Judging by the way the sound came to me, that sounded like Christopher. Both of them laughed at whatever joke he’d just told about a woman’s chest.

  “Man, who knew money would go so far?” commented a second voice, his friend.

  “I’m telling you, this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I mean, I couldn’t even fit those knockers in my hands!”

  I frowned, considering his words and what they might mean. I was inclined to think it was about the stolen money as opposed to anything he’d earned lately. But it didn’t tell me whether or not his friend was in on it, so I continued to listen. Maybe they would let something drop, or tell me where they’d been. Maybe even tell me where the money was.

  “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

  I stiffened. That was the friend. Was he talking about the job? Or something else. I waited for them to continue, but then I received a reply text message from Vinny. Yes. I want that roach fired, too.

  And that told me everything. Whatever Christopher had done, this friend had been privy to it. I didn’t know why Vinny hadn’t told me about it earlier—probably he was either more concerned with the money or with Christopher, or he simply hadn’t known who the other kid was at the time—but knew it didn’t matter. My fee would go up, Vinny knew that, and he’d still made the call.

  I was here to “fire” them both now.

  The waitress came back with my drink and placed it down on a napkin. One that I noticed had scrawling handwriting on it leaving a name—Minni—and a number. I ignored it and took a sip of my drink. I didn’t want to be inebriated, as I needed to keep my wits about me, but I also needed to blend.

  Besides, one glass of vodka wasn’t enough to send me spiraling.

  It would be for Susanna, I though idly, remembering how she’d been tipsy by the end of her first drink. How she’d leaned closer to me, flirted. How she’d let my hand snake up beneath her dress to find the edges of her panties.

  I did my best to suppress my shiver of desire. It was insane how much I still wanted her. This wasn’t exactly my typical reaction to a woman, though in all fairness, she was hardly a typical woman.

  Crumpling up the napkin, I focused on the conversation behind me, waiting. People were starting to thin out. Those who had been lingering on the dance floor dissipated. The band was done, packing up, as a CD player somewhere in the back took over to play a soft melody that was just barely taking up space in the background. At the bar, Dominick was already starting to shoo away the drunks and calling cabs for the unfortunate souls who were too far gone to drive.

  I took another drink. All I had to do was be patient and then—

  “I gotta take a leak, man.”

  It was Christopher, but I heard him too late. He was already up and moving past my table. He looked back, presumably to yell something to his friend, but froze when he saw me. There was a moment where our eyes met and I was startled by how much he resembled Susanna, how blind I was to have not seen it before.

  The moment passed quickly, however, and then his eyes flickered down to my chest. I didn’t know what he was looking at, but in an instant he was running. He knew who I was. Cursing, I got up from the table and chased after him. But the waitress had come back and I nearly ran into her. She squealed as I grabbed her by the upper arms and tossed her aside into one of the booths. She fell onto the cushions with a “Hey!” as her tray toppled to the floor. I heard glass break, but I was already hot on Christopher’s heels and nothing else mattered.

  Dominick was speaking with a bouncer at the front door, so Christopher redirected his escape route so that he was heading towards the back, where I knew there were bathrooms and a door leading to the basement. Which wouldn’t have bothered me, except that there was also an emergency exit that would lead to the alleyway outside. I didn’t know if it would sound an alarm or not—they’d used it before as a delivery door since it was so much closer to the basement where they stored the excess—but I knew that it wouldn’t be locked regardless.

  Cursing, I pushed myself to run faster. And promptly ran into a pair of swaying, giggling girls, clearly trashed. I shoved myself through them; they only laughed. It seemed like everyone was just perfectly set up to be in my way and it was causing the gap between myself and Christopher to lengthen quickly.

  I was not happy.

  He hit the door before I reached him and it popped open. A screeching blared through the building, resonating in my ears. Not pleasant, but I pushed it aside, following him out as I extracted the gun from my waistband. If there was an accomplice, then there was no reason I needed Christopher alive, and now that he was no longer in the building, I wouldn’t have to worry about shooting any unsuspecting patrons.

  I tore out of the building and rounded the corner, aiming my gun, but I was met with an empty alleyway. Nothing. I cursed again, lowering my gun. Where the hell had he gotten to so fast? There was a back end to the alley, so he could have gone around the backside of the building, but most of the parking was across the street, and I was hoping that was his destination.

  Dashing to the front of the alley, I came to a careening halt just in time to avoid getting hit by a large red truck, dented on the side.

  The driver was Christopher.

  I raised my gun and shot three times, aiming first for the window and then for the tires, but he swerved and sped and none of my shots hit their mark. I merely put neat little holes in his precious truck, though I noticed the hole in the back window, causing him to duck down and swerve the truck. He rounded the corner and suddenly, I’d lost him again.

  “Fuck!” I yelled, spitting on the asphalt.

  He’d gotten away and I was no closer to him than I had been at the beginning of the night. A moment later I was struck by my own stupidity: he’d left without his partner. Turning, I bolted to the front door, shoved past the bouncer who was trying to tell me that he wasn’t letting anyone else in, and towards the table where they’d been sitting earlier. It was empty. I cursed again. I’d lost them both.

  A second later, I felt a large hand on my shoulder and spun around, gun at the ready. Dominick, to his credit, barely flinched when I pointed it right in his face. He nodded once at me. “You’d better go. Between the emergency alarm and the gunshots, the police will be here soon. Easier to explain you away if you were never here, eh, comrade?”

  I clenched my jaw in anger, but nodded. He was right. I left empty handed.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Susanna

  It took everything I had to keep from throwing up. Nausea roiled in my stomach, the Chinese from that morning had seemed like such a great idea, but now it was threatening to come back up and I thought it was a horrible moment of poor judgment for me. Oh, how it seemed like I was having a lot of those lately.

&nbs
p; I was sitting in class, trying to focus on the work in front of me. It was the Alexei painting. As he stared back at me from the canvas, his bright eyes burning through to my very soul, I wondered just how much of that I’d really imagined.

  Not enough of it, I thought distinctly, recalling the way his gaze seemed to rip right through me until he was underneath the flesh and muscle, clutching at my heart, wrapping it up like it was mine.

  I let out a shaky breath. I needed to stop thinking about Alexei and try thinking about Tyler, but it was no use. My body didn’t respond the way it needed to with Tyler, and though I loved him, I knew in my heart that that love was merely the way I loved my brother or my father. He was family, and while that was special, it wasn’t the right kind of special.