Addicted to Love (Bayou Devils MC Book 2)

by A. M. Myers

  I reach across the table and lay my hand on hers. “I understand, Rosie. And I know you’re reluctant to help us, but I think you may be the only one who can.”

  “There has to be someone else,” she whispers, her eyes widening and all the color draining from her face.

  “There isn’t. I probably couldn’t even make it to the door and who else would be able to slip her this?” I set the burner phone on the table and her gaze drops to it.

  “What is she going to do with that?”

  I release a breath, relief coursing through me. At least she’s considering it. “Tell her she has to look for an opportunity to get away from the guards and all she has to do is call any number on this phone and we will drop everything to come get her.”

  “She can’t get away from the guards. They follow her everywhere.”

  Chance squeezes me to his side and leans forward. “Rosie, there has to be a moment when they let their guards down and she needs to seize it. She can’t overthink it and freeze up. If she wants to get away, this is how we have to do it. We’ve gone over everything and this is the only way.”

  She blows out a breath, covering her forehead with her hand as she stares down at the phone and I can practically feel her fear from across the table. “I don’t know if I can.”

  “Please, Rosie. Do you have a sister?”

  “Yes,” she says, nodding. “Two.”

  “What would you do to save them if they were in danger?”

  “Anything.”

  I nod. “Me, too. I would do anything to save Ivy, but this is my only option. I’m counting on you and Ivy needs you. Please.”

  She lifts her gaze from the phone to look at me before glancing at Chance. Finally, she nods. “Okay. I’ll get it to her.”

  “Thank you,” I practically sob as I grab her hand again.

  “Make sure you tell her everything we told you, okay?” Chance stresses and Rosie nods.

  “I will but I have to go now.”

  I hand her the phone and she slips it into her pocket before grabbing her coffee and rushing out as she scans the café. We watch her climb into her car and drive away before I turn to Chance and bury my head in his neck.

  “It’s gonna be okay, baby. This is going to work.”

  I pray to God that he’s right.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Carly

  Letting out a sigh, I fan the photos of the apartment Mercedes bought out on the counter and scroll through photos on the internet, trying to decide what style I’m going to go with. Mercedes only told me she wanted something that would work for a bunch of different people since she’s planning on renting it out, so I’m stuck on where to go with this. Although, I suppose I should go kind of high end since the unit is in a nice building downtown.

  “What are you up to, Princess?” Chance asks, coming up behind me on the barstool and wrapping his arms around me. I sigh again and point to the computer.

  “Trying to come up with a design for Mercedes’ rental apartment.” It’s the same thing I’ve been working on all day with no luck. My mind has been too preoccupied with our meeting with Rosie this morning and everything she told us. “Why do you think Ivy doesn’t sleep in Julian’s room?”

  Chance shakes his head. “I’ve got no clue, babe. It’s definitely weird.”

  “This whole thing is weird,” I whisper. It’s a feeling I’ve been unable to shake since Streak showed us all the information he had collected and I know that we’re missing something. It’s unnerving.

  “Hey, what do you say we get out of the apartment and do something fun?”

  I purse my lips, looking down at the work I’m supposed to be doing. “I don’t know. I really need to get cracking on this.”

  “Darlin’, you’ve been staring at this all damn day,” he says, turning me away from my work to face him as he rubs my arms. “You need to relax a little bit and then you’ll be able to focus.”

  Sighing, I glance back at the photos. I know he’s right. There’s no way that I’ll be able to get anything done when my mind is consumed with thoughts of Ivy and how she’s doing. It could be weeks before she’s able to slip away and I’ll always be worried about her, but I need to find a way to live my life, too.

  “All right, what did you have in mind?”

  He grins. “Leave that up to me. You just go get dressed.”

  “Am I going to get peed on again?” I ask, quirking a brow and he laughs.

  “I can’t make any promises.”

  An idea hits me. “Actually, there is somewhere I’d like to take you.”

  “Okay. I’ll let you decide this time.”

  With a dramatic scoff and a roll of my eyes, I slip off the stool and leave him standing in the living room as I go to the closet. Once inside, I sift through the racks before pulling on a pair of jean shorts and white baby doll eyelet tank top. Back in the bedroom, I grab one of the necklaces on my jewelry rack – a jade green pendant on a gold chain – and slip it over my head. As I slip my flip-flops on, Chance walks in and grins.

  “Ready to go?”

  “Yep. Is that what you’re going to wear?” I ask, pointing to his jeans as I strut over to him and throw my arms over his shoulders. His grin grows and he nods his head.

  “Yes. What’s wrong with it? You taking me somewhere super fancy? You should probably tell me where we’re going so I know what the appropriate attire is.”

  With a huff, I pull away from him and he laughs, hooking his arm around my waist and pulling me back into him. It figures that the one time I try to surprise him, he can’t handle the secrecy.

  “Damn, I love riling you up, baby.”

  I cross my arms over my chest and look away from him. “Keep it up and see how often you get laid, Turner.”

  “Oh, yeah?” He pulls me closer, molding my body to his as his lips hover over mine and I suck in a breath. God damn him. “You think you can last longer than me?”

  “I know I can.” Especially if he’s going to throw down a challenge.

  He laughs. “We’ll just have to see about that. Time to go.”

  He releases me only to grab my hand and lead me out into the living room. I snatch my phone off the counter as we pass the island, slipping it in my pocket before grabbing my purse off the entry table.

  “Are we going to a movie?” he asks as he locks the door and I scoff.

  “Come on. Give me more credit than that.”

  “Are we really going to a fancy dinner?”

  “In shorts?” I ask, glancing down at my bare legs.

  “What about…”

  “You’re never going to guess it so why don’t you just be patient?”

  “I’m not a patient guy,” he says and I laugh as he presses the button for the elevator.

  “Oh, I know but just bear with me for a little bit longer.”

  The elevator doors slide open and he guides me inside as he pouts a little. He steps behind me and places his hands on my hips as his warm breath caresses my ear.

  “Do you remember the first time we were on this elevator together?” he asks, his fingers digging into my skin and I close my eyes, picturing the night of the gala.

  “Yes.”

  “When you opened your door,” he whispers, sending goose bumps racing over my skin. “And I saw you in that sexy black dress, you almost brought me to my knees and I was struggling to breathe. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen – naked, in jeans and a t-shirt, and all dressed up.”

  “Chance,” I moan, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder and he chuckles, sending another breath over my skin. I want him now and I don’t even care if the elevator doors open to a crowd of people in the lobby.

  “I knew, right in that moment, I was the luckiest man in the world. I love you.”

  “I love you,” I tell him and his lips press against my neck. It steals the air from my lungs. When he pulls away, I stand up straight and the doors open to an empty lobby. With a smirk on h
is face, he grabs my hand and I realize what he was doing. Damn. I’m all gooey and my pussy is throbbing with need but there is no way in hell I’m going to let him win this little game.

  As he holds the door to his truck open for me, I brush past him, making sure that my ass rubs up against his cock before I jump up in the truck. He shakes his head and shuts the door. I watch him walk around the front of the truck and an idea pops into my head. He climbs in and I fight back a smile.

  “Hey, baby…”

  He glances over at me as he starts the truck. “Yeah?”

  “Just so you know,” I prompt and make sure his full attention is on me before I continue. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

  His gaze drops to my lap and he swallows, hard, as his hand reaches across the cab almost like it has a mind of its own. I shift in the seat, opening my legs a little bit and smile when I see the fire in his eyes. “I thought you were gonna last longer than this.”

  His gaze snaps up to me. “Fuck.”

  He turns back toward the wheel and turns the key again, earning a loud screech of protest from the truck and another muttered curse word from him. Blowing out a breath, he runs a hand through his hair and his gaze flicks to my lap as he licks his lips. As he starts backing out of the parking spot, I peek over at him and catch him adjusting a very noticeable erection. I’m fighting back a huge grin. If he wants to play this game, I’ll win. Or, at the very least, he’ll be just as uncomfortable as I am.

  I set the GPS on my phone before relaxing back into my seat. We’re quiet on the drive and I’m hoping it’s because his mind is on my panties… or lack there of but as we get closer to our destination, I start getting nervous. This is a big step and I hope he’s ready for it. Oh, hell, who am I kidding? I hope I’m ready for it. Although, I did warn him that I had no clue how to be a girlfriend, so he has no one to blame but himself if it goes badly. Things have been going so well since we decided to make things official and I don’t want to ruin that. I mean, besides all the stuff with my sister but even that has proven to me how much he means to me. I would be an absolute mess without him and Ivy wouldn’t have a hope in the world.

  I think back to the conversation I had with my mother on the day Julian came into my office and shake my head. She’s been this way since we were kids, but I guess I always thought that somewhere, deep down, she loved us. But how could she when she won’t even acknowledge that Ivy needs our help?

  “This it?” Chance asks, pulling up in front of Aunt Dottie’s house and I nod, my nerves kicking me in the stomach. “You okay?”

  “Um, yeah… just nervous.”

  He glances over at the house. “Why?”

  “Because I’m about to introduce you to my Aunt Dottie and I’ve never done this before.”

  “Shit,” he hisses, rubbing his hands over his black t-shirt. “I would have worn a nicer shirt if you’d told me.”

  And that, right there, is why I love him.

  “You look fine, babe,” I assure him and he nods, looking a little nervous himself.

  “Ready to do this?”

  When I nod, he opens his door, climbs out, and waits on the sidewalk as I jump down. He holds his hand out and I take it as we walk up to the porch and I open the door.

  “Auntie?” I call out and she pokes her head out of the kitchen. I swear, that woman lives in there.

  “Carly, what are you doing here?” Her gaze zeroes in on Chance before dropping to our clasped hands. She fights back a smile. “And who is your friend?”

  Chance steps forward, not releasing my hand as he holds his other out to Aunt Dottie. “I’m Chance, ma’am. It’s really nice to finally meet you. Carly has told me a lot about you.”

  “It’s lovely to meet you, too, dear.”

  “I thought we could go out and get some dinner together,” I suggest and Dottie shakes her head.

  “Nonsense. I just finished cooking up some barbecue pork for sandwiches.”

  “That sounds delicious,” Chance says and Dottie beams. Oh, Lord, she’s smitten already. Not that I don’t completely understand how she’s feeling.

  “Well, have a seat and I’ll have it ready in a minute or two.”

  We sit next to each other at the dinner table and he wraps his arm over the back of my chair, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “I’m going to get you back for the panty thing.”

  “You can try,” I whisper with a smirk and he growls softly in my ear as Dottie walks into the dining room with a dish full of pulled pork and a plate of hamburger buns.

  “Let me just go grab some chips and we can dig in. Y’all want some tea?”

  Chance nods. “That would be great. Thank you, ma’am.”

  Aunt Dottie blushes and I watch with wide eyes as she slips back into the kitchen.

  “I think Dottie likes you,” I tease, trailing my fingers up his leg and he clamps down on them with his free hand.

  “What’s not to like?”

  I shrug, pulling my hand free and trying to skate up his leg again but he stops me. “I don’t know… you’re kind of stubborn.”

  “Pot and kettle, Princess,” he says and I laugh as Dottie walks back into the room. She stares at me for a moment like she’s just seen a unicorn before setting a tray of tea down and shaking her head.

  “So, Chance, tell me how you met my niece?”

  “Uh, it was through Ali, actually. Carly brought her home the day her house was broken into and I was there with the club. She knocked me off my damn feet as soon as she walked into the room.”

  Dottie grins, her gaze flicking to me. “You obviously had an effect on her as well. She’s never brought a boy over to meet me.”

  “Auntie,” I hiss, feeling nervous enough already. Chance laughs and pulls me closer as I fight back a smile.

  “Well, it took a little convincing, but I finally won her over. She can be a little stubborn.”

  Dottie barks out a surprised laugh. “You could say that.”

  “See, Princess,” Chance says, glancing down at me with a wide grin on his face. “Everyone knows you’re the stubborn one in this relationship.”

  “Mmhmm, Kettle.”

  Chance laughs again and Dottie’s gaze flicks back and forth between the two of us. “You know, Chance, I have a feeling about you.”

  “I hope it’s a good one, ma’am,” he drawls. Dottie nods.

  “Call me Auntie or Dottie, everyone else does.”

  He nods. “Okay, Dottie.”

  “And I just have to say, thank you.”

  “For what?” Chance asks, his brow furrowed. Dottie glances over at me, her smile softening.

  “For bringing my girl back to life. I was so worried she’d never let anyone in again but even just sitting across from the two of you, I can tell how much she loves you.”

  Chance peeks down at me and I glance up, leaning into his body as he looks back at Dottie. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Dottie. I’m pretty sure I got the better end of the deal here.”

  * * * *

  I wake to incessant ringing and groan as I roll over, burying my head in the pillow. Chance rolls over and I peel one eye open as he grabs his phone off the bedside table.

  “Yeah?” he answers and my breath gets stuck in my throat. I know it’s only been twenty-four hours since I gave Rosie the phone but I’m praying it’s Ivy and we can finally do something to help her. We filled Dottie in on everything last night and after shedding a few tears, she thanked Chance profusely for everything he’s done for our family. I’m pretty sure she’s already planning our wedding. It strikes me that the thought doesn’t cause me any panic like it used to.

  “Shit,” Chance hisses into the phone, sitting up and my gaze snaps over to him. Oh, God, what now? “When?”

  When he sighs and rubs his hand over his face, my heart sinks. That’s not good. My mind races with the possibilities as fear grips my chest in a tight fist.

  “Yeah, okay. Keep me updated.” He hangs up and tosses his phone
to the table before turning to me. One look at his expression sends panic clawing at my throat.

  Please tell me my sister is still okay…

  “What is it?” I whisper, pressing a hand to the hollow of my neck as my heart thunders in my ears.

  Tell me she’s okay…

  “That was Streak.”

  I nod, feeling a bit like a bobble head. “And?”

  She has to be okay…

  Blowing out a breath, he grabs my hand and pulls me into his lap. I straddle his legs as he wraps his arms around my waist. “Julian hired more security. Your sister now has three guards if she ever leaves the house.”

  “Has she been leaving the house?” I ask, sucking in a breath for what feels like the first time in five minutes.

  She’s okay.

  He shakes his head. “Not as far as Streak can tell but he can’t keep her locked up there forever. A lot of people in this town know your mother and know the two of you. Folks will start asking questions if she disappears.”

  “How does that help us? Even if she goes out, she has three guards watching her every move.”

  Chance cups my cheek, directing my gaze to his and I sigh, his touch abating some of my panic. “I know it seems bad, baby, but in all his work to keep her prisoner, Julian made one mistake.”

  “What?” I ask, too scared to hope.

  “He hired only male guards for her. They can’t follow her everywhere.”

  My eyes widen and I study him for a second. “A bathroom?”

  “Yep.”

  “And you think they won’t just storm in when she’s taking a long time? What are the odds that we could get there before they decided to haul her out?”

  “It just depends,” he says and my fear starts creeping in again. This all seems impossible. “There could be a window in the bathroom that she could crawl out of or someone might help her get away. Your sister will figure it out.”

  I shake my head. “How do you know? God, five weeks ago, I was having lunch with her and she was telling me how happy she was. So much has changed in such a short time.”