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|Resist Me(Men of Inked #5) by Chelle Bliss|
I almost expected her not be home. That would be something she’d do. She’d avoid me and play hard to get, denying herself the one thing she was too stubborn to admit.
I turned off my bike, stretching as I climbed off, and then secured it for the night. I didn’t plan on leaving until the next morning at the earliest, but I hoped to stay the whole weekend.
It was rare for me to have this kind of time off in my line of work, but since returning from Bike Week, the club had been lying low and things had been calm. I’d been told by my supervisor to take some R&R for the weekend and be ready to hit it hard when I returned on Monday. His ideas of R&R were different than mine—mine did include hitting it hard. I planned to f**k Izzy until she couldn’t even remember her name, let alone her smartass attitude.
I knocked gently, trying not to startle her even though she knew I was on my way. I heard voices and rustling inside, and I leaned in, trying to hear their words.
“You better get the hell out of here,” Izzy said, her voice muffled by the thick wooden door, but I could still make them out.
My heart started to pound so hard I felt like I’d just run a forty. My mind started to race with thoughts that someone was inside and it wasn’t me.
“Izzy!” I yelled as I banged on the door. “Open up!”
“Go, Flash. I won’t ask again!” Izzy yelled, quieter this time, but loud enough that I heard with my ear pressed up against the door.
Hearing his name made my blood run cold. I knew exactly who the little prick was. Flash was a prospect in the MC Thomas had been working undercover in for over two years. Flash was also the cocksucker who’d brought Izzy to Daytona and thrown her to the wolves.
“Fuck no,” he replied. “I’m staying right here. We’re going to have a little chat.”
I’d had enough. I was getting in the house if I had to bust down the motherfucking door. Leaning back, I shouted, “Izzy, I’m going to bust this door down if you don’t open the f**k up!” I pounded on the wood, the door jumping under my fist.
“Coming!” Izzy sang, her shoes clicking against the wood floors as she moved closer.
I needed to calm myself. Murder wouldn’t be the best way to start the weekend.
As soon as she opened the door, I took quick stock of her appearance. She looked unharmed and calm, but maybe a little frustrated.
“Izzy, what the f**k is going on?” I barked, looking over her head to see a pair of boots resting on her coffee table. “What the hell is he doing here?” I touched her cheek, caressing her skin with the pad of my thumb.
“He’s harmless, James.” She looked at my face but didn’t make eye contact.
“Izzy.” I gripped the back of her neck, forcing her eyes to mine. “He’s not harmless. I know exactly who he is, and he’s leaving your house with or without my help.”
“No,” she pleaded, placing her hand on my chest.
“Yes, doll, he is.” I released her, grabbing her shoulders and picking her up as I moved her out of the way.
The door closed behind me, her heels clattering as she followed me. I rounded the corner, getting a full view of Flash leaning back on the couch, his arms outstretched and his feet up. “I think the lady asked you to leave,” I growled as I fisted my hands at my sides.
I didn’t want to spill blood and break shit in Izzy’s home. Breaking shit from hot f**king, I enjoyed. Doing it to beat some punk’s ass? Not so much.
“I came here to speak to you,” he answered as he rose to his feet and looked at Izzy before turning to me with a smile. “Man to man.”
I stepped closer to him, breaking his line of sight with Izzy. “I have nothing to say to a piece of shit like you.” My voice echoed in the house, the wood floors carrying it throughout the open space.
“There are things I need to explain,” he said.
“James,” Izzy begged, grabbing my arm from behind. “Just talk to him.” Her face was soft, all smartass gone. This was Izzy asking me to do something I didn’t want to do. Not one f**king bit.
I looked over my shoulder, staring in her eyes, and nodded. I turned back toward Flash. “You got five minutes and then I’m showing you the f**king door.”
“Outside.” He started to walk toward the French doors that led to a staircase to the backyard.
“Wait for me in your room,” I ordered, holding her by the arms. “If shit gets bad, I don’t want to worry about where you are.”
“James, really. I’m a big girl.” She smiled, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I never said you weren’t. This is for my sanity. I’ll let him speak his piece and I’ll fill you in when I come up.”
“I don’t like being told what to do,” she hissed, pulling away from my grip.
I rubbed my face. The woman could be trying at times. “I’m asking you to please do this for me.”
She nodded, glaring at me as she walked down the hallway, and disappeared in her bedroom. I made a beeline to the backyard, ready to get Flash the f**k gone.
“Make it quick and get the hell out,” I grunted as I descended the stairs and stopped in front of Flash. “You have two minutes to convince me why I shouldn’t beat the f**k out of you.”
“You don’t know who I am,” he growled, moving a step closer to me.
“I know exactly who you are.”
He shook his head and reached into his back pocket. “You don’t.”