She feels her stomach roll at his contact. No matter how much she tries to forget the way he had touched her that night when he had tried to… Anyway, it was useless, it always brought her back to that moment in her house, when panic had set in as she had realized what was about to happen. From the outside, Wes would seem like a catch to most women, tall, attractive, rich, smart, but Melissa knew him too well. She’d seen the dark side of his nature, and now he just made her feel sick.
“Whatever happened between Hawk and me is between us. It doesn’t concern you, Wes.” She pulls her hand out from under his, clasping her hands underneath the table and striving to keep her voice from shaking.
“He’s not right for you, Melissa. Surely you can see that? He’s dangerous. Do you know about the things he does? The things they all do?” Wes lowers his voice, looking around to check that no one is within eavesdropping distance.
The hairs on the back of Melissa’s neck shoot up. “What do you know about that, Wes?” The wheels in her head start turning as Wes’s eyes flick down to the notes by his hand.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“I know enough, and the more I learn, the more I know that these aren’t people you should be around, Melissa. They’re dangerous criminals who need to be put away for a long time.” Wes’s voice is still quiet, but the self-righteousness burning in his eyes is enough to drive home his words.
“What are you up to, Wes?” Melissa swallows hard, connecting the dots in her mind even as he opens his mouth.
“You didn’t really think you were the only person DeVry would put on this story, did you?” He gives her that indulgent look that makes her want to slap him.
Melissa’s mind races back to that morning in her editor’s office when he had dangled the exposé in front of her.
“Do you want the job or not, Potter? If you don’t, there are other ways to get into the Kings that don’t involve you. I’m not really the type to put all my eggs in one basket.”
He clearly hadn’t been bluffing; he’d covered his bases, bringing Wes in to infiltrate the Kings through The Shop—in case she couldn’t deliver the goods and vice versa. Melissa knows that she should feel vaguely offended that DeVry hadn’t trusted her enough to do the job, but any hurt in her pride is outweighed by the larger problem at hand.
“You’re writing the story.” She looks between Wes and his notes, wondering how she could have been so stupid to think that his job at The Shop could possibly have just been a coincidence. “I didn’t even know that you were working at The Tribune.”
“No reason for you to know.” Wes shrugs, clearly enjoying having one up on her. “It’s not like you’ve been all that interested in what I do with my time recently.” His tone is accusatory, and Melissa spares a thought for how loose his grasp is on reality.
“Besides, you’re not the only one that can get a job at the local newspaper. It’s not exactly The Wall Street Journal.” He snorts dismissively.
“If you think so little of it, then why even bother working there? With your family’s influence, I’m sure you could get an internship at one of the nationals without any problem.” Melissa watches as he goes red under his tan. She’s hit a nerve—just as she had intended to.
“I don’t need them to help me, Melissa. I can do it on my own. They never thought that I could, but I’ll show them, and I’ll show you, too.” His expression is heated, and Melissa watches as his breathing gets shallower. “When the story about the Caged Kings breaks with my byline, I’ll be able to walk onto any national newspaper that I want. It’s my ticket to the big time.”
The intensity in Wes’s gaze is stifling. And although Melissa knows that she had seen the exposé in the same way, as her gateway to something bigger, Wes is purely focused on himself, on making the point that he can get ahead without using his family name or their money. Gaining a position on a national newspaper seems almost like an aside to him. All he wants is to prove a point.
“You can’t write it, Wes. It’s not right.” Melissa shakes her head, leaning closer to him to make sure that they’re not overheard. Having this conversation in the middle of the bar, in full view of the majority of the Caged Kings MC, is potentially the worst idea she’s had in a long time. However, there’s no way around it now. “If you expose their secrets, the Feds are going to come down so hard on them they won’t have a chance. It’ll destroy the club.”
Wes just shrugs, looking like he could care less. “It’s a big story, the more fallout the better—the bigger the splash it’ll make.”
“This isn’t a game, Wes. They’ll go to prison!” Melissa has to work to keep her volume under control.
“After the way he just treated you, Melissa, why do you even care?” Wes looks at her as if she were mad.
“This isn’t just about, Hawk.” Melissa grinds her teeth knowing that what she’s saying isn’t completely true. She’d started to have second thoughts about writing the article when she’d gotten to know Hawk, but he hadn’t been the only reason. “They’re a family, Wes, a brotherhood. These are good people.”
“Good people who just happen to be gun runners?” Wes frowns at her, as if she’s completely missing the point. “The people of Portland have a right to know about what’s going on in their back yard!”
Melissa doesn’t bother to hide the skepticism on her face. “Since when are you worried about the ‘people of Portland’? You hate this city; you think it’s small town; you’ve told me that any number of times. You don’t care about the people here; all you care about is getting your name on a big story and to hell with everyone else.”
Wes regards her quietly, looking at her approvingly, as if she’s just passed some sort of test. “Not everyone else, Melissa. There’s one person that I care about very deeply.”
Melissa feels her skin crawl, as if spiders were running up and down underneath it. “If you care about me then tell DeVry you won’t write the article.” Even as she says it, she knows how pathetic her words sound.
“I can’t do that, Melissa.” Wes shrugs as if it were completely out of his hands. “I gave him my word that I would deliver him the scoop that he’s asked me for. The Tribune needs this piece, without it the paper will probably fold…all those people whose jobs depend on it. What happens to them if I don’t write this, Melissa?”
“Bullshit, Wes.” She shakes her head at his lie. “Stop acting like you’re some kind of hero. You couldn’t give a damn about the paper or the staff there! I bet you don’t even know the names of any of them because you’re too high and mighty to even bother to get to know them. All you care about is yourself and what this story is going to give you. Don’t try to turn it into anything nobler than that!” Melissa slides out of the booth, looking down at Wes with what she knows is nothing short of disgust.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Melissa. But that doesn’t change what I have to do.” He spreads his hands out in front of him, looking all wide-eyed and innocent.
“And what’s stopping me from telling the club exactly what you’re up to?” She crosses her arms, frowning at this glaring flaw in his plan.
Wes smiles up at her in a way that tells her that she’s missed something. “Well, first of all, why would they believe you over me? You’ve had a by-line in the Tribune, and I haven’t yet, not under my real name anyway.” Melissa’s eyes widen at the implication of his words. If she rats him out, then he’ll throw her under the bus without a second thought. “Besides, don’t you think that if you blow my cover with the Kings and by some miracle they actually believe you, then DeVry will just get his story another way? What are you going to do, stick around forever to defend these guys?”
Melissa clenches her fists to stop her hands from shaking, partly from anger, but partly from frustration. She knows that what Wes is saying is true, and there’s nothing worse than feeling completely useless. “What will it take for you to drop the story and walk away, Wes?
He looks up at her, considering her question. “I
think you know the answer to that, Melissa.”
“That’s never going to happen, Wes.” She shakes her head at him in disbelief.
“Never is a long time, Melissa.” He doesn’t seem in the least affected by her attitude towards him. If anything, he seems completely sanguine about it, as if Melissa’s feelings for him are totally secondary.
“Not long enough.” She mutters the words under her breath, abandoning all vestiges of politeness.
“With the right incentive, anything is possible, Melissa.” Wes gives her a pointed look, before he takes his notes and starts working on them again, as if she weren’t even there anymore. “You better get back to your friends.”
Melissa’s mouth works silently, trying to come up with some parting jab, something that will make Wes think twice about the story he’s writing. But nothing comes; her brain is too full with everything she’s just learned in the past twenty minutes in his company. So she turns on her heel and walks back towards Ali, just focusing on putting one foot in front of the other.
“What was that all about?” Ali’s hand reaches out to steady her friend as Melissa makes it to the bar. “And what the hell is creepazoid doing here?”
Melissa swallows hard, knowing that there are too many bikers around them for her to answer Ali truthfully without anyone overhearing. “Where’d Felicia go?”
Ali nods towards the pool table where Melissa notices that Felicia is in an animated conversation with Hawk. She’s making calming gestures while he stands in front of her, his hands bunched into fists by his side and his eyes flashing with anger.
“What’s going on?” Melissa frowns at the scene playing out on the other side of the room, wishing she could hear what they were saying.
“When Hawk saw you with the creep, he got all hot and bothered. Felicia went over to calm him down. It doesn’t look like it’s going so well.” Ali raises an eyebrow at Hawk’s evident lack of restraint.
“He saw me talking to Wes?” Melissa flicks her eyes over towards the booth where Wes was sitting. From Hawk’s position by the pool table he would have had to be searching for her to see her there, she wouldn’t have been in his line of sight.
“You know he hasn’t stopped looking at you since you walked in, right?” Ali gives her a surprised look, like she can’t believe that Melissa hadn’t seen that.
“I thought he was ignoring me.” Melissa’s voice is quiet; she’s not quite ready to take on board that Ali’s observation might mean that perhaps Hawk did still care, at least a little.
“If that’s what ignoring looks like, then I clearly know nothing about men!” Ali throws her hands up dramatically. “Speaking of which, what is Wes doing here? It’s not exactly his scene.” Ali wrinkles her nose in distaste at Wes’s mere presence in the bar. To say that she wasn’t his greatest fan would be more than just an understatement.
“I’ll fill you in on the way home. We should go.” Melissa grabs Ali’s hand, leading her towards the exit before her friend can say anything.
“Hey, slow down there, Potter. Shouldn’t we tell Felicia we’re leaving? And by the way, why are we leaving? Did Wes say something to upset you?” The threatening tone in Ali’s voice is clear; she’s ready to pull Wes out by his curly hair and show him exactly what she thinks of him.
“Felicia has her hands full with Hawk right now, and I don’t have any plans to get in the middle of that again.” Melissa gestures vaguely towards the pool table where the conversation is looking more heated by the minute, with Josh now weighing in. “And Wes…that’s not something we can talk about here.” She turns to face Ali, her expression grim. “But I think I’m going to need your help.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
The Shop is all shut up and the lights are all but off when Melissa arrives. She’d waited until she knew that all the mechanics would have left for the day, all but one.
“Are you sure about this?” Ali gives her a concerned look, as she’d asked the same question for the umpteenth time.
“I have to do this, Ali. I’m the only one that knows what Wes is doing. I can’t just close my eyes and pretend that it’s not happening.” Melissa looks at her friend’s darkening expression in the mirror, as she pulls her hair into a ponytail.
“I know you want to do the right thing here, ‘Mel. But…what if he doesn’t believe you? What if he won’t even hear you out?” Ali settles a hand on Melissa’s shoulder, worried that her friend’s propensity to always look on the bright side is blinding her to the possibilities that this little encounter may go very wrong.
“I have to try, Ali.” Melissa shrugs, not really knowing what else to say. “You’re the one always telling me to put myself out there, to go out on a limb.”
Ali rolls her eyes. “I was talking about wearing miniskirts, getting drunk occasionally, having fun, not trying to save an outlaw motorcycle club from going under!”
“They don’t deserve what Wes is going to do to them, Ali. He’s going to write about everything, exaggerating all that he can, making them out to be dangerous monsters. He’ll do whatever he can to make a splash, to write an article that’ll get people talking, whether it’s true or not!” Melissa shakes her head, not wanting to dwell on what that would mean for the Kings.
Ali sighs deeply, knowing from the expression on Melissa’s face that there is nothing she can do to dissuade her. “Just be careful, alright? Your man is hot, but he seems to have a pretty hot temper, too.”
Melissa smiles, what she hopes is reassuringly at her friend. “Hawk won’t hurt me, Ali. There are a lot of things that I’m not sure about, but that isn’t one of them.”
“Our door would disagree with you!” Ali shouts from behind her.
Standing outside of The Shop, Melissa tries to shake off any last vestiges of uncertainty. She had told Ali the truth when she said that Hawk wouldn’t hurt her, but she’d meant physically. He still has all the power in the world to hurt her emotionally, and she isn’t sure that she’d ever be able to prepare herself for the wounds he could inflict. She readjusts her pencil skirt and wishes that she’d changed out of her heels. She’d gone to The Tribune to meet with Olivia, and she hadn’t had time to put on anything less formal.
Melissa walks round to the side door, which she knows from experience is the last one that they lock at the end of the night. It opens without so much as a creak, and Melissa slips through onto the main shop floor. The sound of atmospheric rock comes from the back of the open expanse, and she’s relieved when she doesn’t hear the sound of conversation. When she’d reached out to Felicia, to make sure that Hawk would be at the shop that night, she hadn’t specified that she needed to speak to him alone. But of course Felicia had read between the lines, yet another thing that Melissa would have to find a way to thank her for.
“Are you just going to stand there all night?” Hawk’s voice cuts through Melissa’s musings and catches her completely off guard.
For a moment, Melissa looks behind her, as if he might be talking to someone else, which of course he isn’t. “It’s me. It’s Melissa.” She calls out to him, as she walks towards the corner of the shop where the rock music was still blaring.
“I know. I heard your car pull up out front.” He sounds nonplussed, as if he couldn’t care less that she is there. She thinks that it is better than open hostility and anger.
She takes a deep breath. Get it together, Potter. He doesn’t bite! Melissa’s mind inevitably goes to a completely inappropriate place, thinking about the way he had gently bitten her shoulders, just as she was about to come and how it had driven her completely wild. The memory of that is enough to create a pool of heat between her legs. She feels herself flush, as her eyes meet Hawk’s, and she gets that sensation again that he can read her thoughts.
Else swallows hard, feeling her mouth immediately go dry at the sight of him. He’s in his typical uniform of jeans that sit perfectly at his hips and a white t-shirt that is now streaked with grease from the car he’s been working on.
But it’s not the way his clothes perfectly hug his body or the fact, as anyone with two eyes in their heads would attest to, that he’s drop dead gorgeous. It’s the way his eyes seem to darken as he looks at her, an expression that, a mere few days ago, would have preceded them tumbling into bed together. He looks away from her, and the spell is broken, leaving Melissa feeling both relieved that she doesn’t have to withstand his intensity anymore and disappointed that it’s disappeared.
“I’m glad you came by.” He clears his throat, as if he’s embarrassed and keeps his eyes trained on a spot just behind her head.
Melissa expels a breath that she hadn’t even realized she was holding. Out of all the things that Hawk could have said, that was the most unexpected.
He seems to read her surprise in her expression. “I owe you an apology, for last night.” He takes a deep breath, like it’s hard for him to say. “I was out of line.”
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