When my fist connected with flesh, I knew I was fucked.
“Bitch broke my nose!” A voice cried from behind me.
Peeking at my clenched fingers, I saw a flecks of crimson along my knuckles.
Nostrils flaring, as it wasn’t quite so easy to turn off my temper once I’d been pushed past my limit, I didn’t make a fuss as several more men in DMV-branded polo shirts ushered me into a small office to await whatever consequences they deemed worthy of my actions.
Enzo was never going to let me hear the end of this one. I’d be lucky if he didn’t drag my ass back home kicking and screaming after making a scene in a public place. It was a damn miracle I had been allowed to leave in the first place.
Just when I thought I’d reached rock bottom, I found a new low.
Chapter 3
Goose
I found her.
That’s all I could focus on as I tracked the raven-haired beauty being escorted across the open room into an office with a closed door.
Breathing fire, flushed and losing her shit over something so trivial that I couldn’t help but laugh, was the girl I’d been waiting for.
When I told the guys last month that I was ready forthe oneto fall into my lap, I never imagined it happening quite so quickly. But I wasn’t mad. I was done wasting time and ready to jump into this next phase of my life.
I almost didn’t even come down here today, but Maddox had mentioned he had a contact at this particular DMV branch who could get me in and out quickly, so I didn’t have to spend my whole day in a waiting room.
And God bless that surly man because he’d put me on a collision course with the girl I fully intended to spend the rest of my life with.
She was perfect.
Everyone in the room was utterly horrified by her tantrum, but not me. I was amused and more than a little turned on. She didn’t take shit from anyone, and I found that sexy as hell. She stood up for herself and, oh boy, when she punched that guy? Even if it was an accident, it got my blood pumping. She was feisty, and I could only imagine how that would translate to the bedroom. Her claws could come out to scratch me any fucking time, and I would welcome it.
I’d only managed to keep my mouth shut during her rant because I was too busy drinking her in.
She was tall, dark, and stunningly beautiful.
Shiny black hair, pulled back into a sleek ponytail, was the perfect complement to her olive skin and hazel eyes. Easily close to six feet, she would look perfect beside my six-six frame. An added bonus would be not having to contort myself to reach everything I wanted during sex. Her body had the kind of curves I wanted to sink my fingers into, watching the indents they made on her flesh. Big tits, wide hips, a soft waist. Was there anything better?
And goddamn, was she expressive—the fire flashing in her eyes, the indignation written clearly across her face, and don’t get me started on how her hands flailed about as she spoke. I loved it all.
I was practically giddy, knowing I would get to watch her react like that forever from the best seat in the house—by her side.
A throat cleared behind me, drawing my attention away from the perfect memory of our initial encounter. “Goose? So sorry for the disruption, but we’re ready for you now.”
My smile grew wider. If it hadn’t been for the change in address, I would have been able to renew my license by mail. How could you not believe in fate at a moment like this?
Turning on my heel, I tilted my head toward the closed door blocking my view of my girl. “What are your plans for her?”
The man rolled his eyes, letting out a huff. “Should call the cops. She assaulted my coworker.”
I leaned my elbows on the counter. “Might I caution against it?”
His brows drew down. “Why? You saw her. She clocked him right in the nose. A night behind bars might be enough to scare the crazy out of that one.”
Well, we can’t have that, can we?
“You guys got security cameras?”
“Yeah.” He drew the word out, unsure of where I was headed with this line of questioning.
