“Nuns?” He laughed, a deep, husky laugh. It was nice. Again, he made me feel things I’d never felt before. I should probablychalk it up to not being exposed to very many men. Certainly not a muscular man with tattoos on his arms, scruff on his face, and a glimmer of intrigue in his brown eyes.
But then, my brothers were attractive men as well. They were strong. Sometimes, funny. Perhaps, I was being gullible regarding the man who stopped to help me on the side of the road.
“Well, Chiquita… We clearly need to talk about a lot of shit so we can get to know each other better.” He grinned, taking my hand and helping me off the back of his bike. The confidence and strength radiating through him was like wrapping me in a tight, warm blanket.
I really shouldn’t like his touch as much as I did.
What would the nuns say?
What would God say?
He’d say,Silvia, you’re a sinner. Everybody is a sinner.
With that thought, I shook the silly musings out of my head. I was here with El Jefe, and there was no turning back. The alternative was Miguel catching me and there was no telling what kind of brutality he would unleash on me. And I didn’t want to find out.
“Just remember, I’m not forcing you to be here.”
“I know.” I exhaled a nervous breath as we made our way to the door. All the other bikers had already gone inside.
“And tonight, we’ll talk more.”
I nodded, trying to peak through the partially opened door. I couldn’t see anything.
Immediately, I heard music playing as we entered the building. Loud music. The kind that thumped so hard, I felt it in my chest. Since I hardly listened to this type of music, I had no idea what song was playing. But I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“Let’s get loud,” El Jefe sang in perfect harmony with the female singer. He moved his head, all cool and such. His shoulders shook next. “Do you dance?”
“No, not really.” My face flamed red-hot.
“I’ll teach you.” He took my hand, raised it above my head and somehow made me turn in a circle. “See there? You can follow a strong leader, and that’s me.” He winked and shot a heart-stopping smile.
Warmth spread through my body. This man. I needed to be careful. He had the kind of power over me I couldn’t resist. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
“Jefe!” a female yelled. The dark-haired woman rushed toward us. Her eyes lowered to our joined hands and a tart expression made her mouth pucker.
“Shit,” El Jefe hissed.
“Who is this?” She placed her hands on her wide hips and glared at me. Her almost black eyes pinged from mine to El Jefe’s, like she was watching a tennis match. “Did you forget tonight is my night with you?”
“Woman don’t talk to me that way. And I mean, don’tevertalk to me that way, again.” After scolding the other woman, he squeezed my hand as if letting me know he wasn’t letting go of it. Not for her. Not for anyone.
I wasn’t sure how to react. I appreciated him reassuring me, but I didn’t want to get between him and another woman.
Besides, I wasn’t sticking around here long enough to get attached to the president of a biker club. Criminals weren’t my cuppa tea. Been there, done that with my brothers. The sassy short woman could have El Jefe.
“Jefe, I’m just surprised. I mean no disrespect, you know this. I’ve just been waiting for you all day, baby.” She leaned up against him, her hand went on his chest, and she kissed him.
To my utter shock, he didn’t reject her.
I stood there feeling like an idiot. Like I was invading their private moment, in this very public place. Not only was it awkward, but I also started to notice the other people staring at me. Whispering about me. It was then that I realized what a mess I must look like.
And then. And then, I heard El Jefe and the lady. Lips smacking against the other. Wet, slobbery kisses. Her desperate whimpers.
I nearly threw up in my mouth.
“Seriously, do I need to be here for this?” I tugged my hand, trying to get loose from El Jefe’s grasp.
Suddenly, he pulled away from Miss Sugar Lips and snapped his gaze at me. “Excuse me?”
