Mega-rich. Probably generational wealth rich.
I slip into the soft peanut butter leather seat. Mavis settles in beside me. I slid to the other side of the car to put space between us.
“The better question,” he says, “is why did you kiss me back?”
“You’ve put me in this weird place. I mean first you kidnap me, then you promise to kill my ex-boyfriend.”
We both look at the chauffeur who peeks at us through the rearview mirror.
“Shit,” I mutter.
“It’s ok. Vanish is a RBMC. I trust he won’t repeat anything he’s heard.”
“I wouldn’t ever rat out one of my brothers,” Vanish says.”
I throw my hands in the air. “Of course, your chauffeur is one of your brothers.”
“I only attend these meetings quarterly,” Mavis says, adjusting his tie, his attention on the window.
I nod. That kiss plays on instant replay in my head.
My eyes move over his side profile. And I feel this man’s presence tugging at my heartstrings. I’ve only been with him one day. And he’s driving me insane.
You better run, Sophie before you give him your V card.
I cross my legs and eye the bar. “I need a drink,” I whisper.
His deep laugh vibrates my pussy and instantly I want to feel his hands everywhere especially between my legs.
Mavis prepares a vodka neat and places it in my hand. “Don’t worry I won’t touch you again today.”
I visibly swallow. This man is the devil. All I want to do is ride his face.
The drink settles my nerves as I mentally prepare for the board meeting.
∞
Mavis rests his hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the double doors of the spacious conference room.
He moves with confidence, greeting board members with firm handshakes and sharp nods. I stay quiet, observing as he slips seamlessly into his role. It’s hard to believe this man is both the enforcer for the Royal Bastards MC and a sharp-suited businessman—but damn, it’s sexy watching him work.
After the meeting, he casually introduces me to each board member as his girlfriend. I manage to smile through it, even though I want to elbow him in the ribs.
This man is unbelievable.
And the worst part? I know if I don’t run soon, I won’t be able to. The sexy biker is pulling me in, and I’m starting to sink.
The mansion's marble foyer welcomes us back as the afternoon sun slants through its windows. I’m still savoring the taste of the perfect crème brûlée when I remembered how Mavis's phone had buzzed against the restaurant table. His face had hardened with each word from the caller, jaw clenching until I could almost hear his teeth grinding. Now, stepping into the living room, my eyes catch on a familiar silhouette. A man leaning against the mahogany bar, waiting.
“Sophie, you remember Psycho?” Mavis says coolly.
I frown. "I remember you being at my place, and Tonya mentioned you, Psycho. You're the tech guy spreading all my personal info."
He lets out a low chuckle. “You don’t come near the Royal Bastards MC without us knowing who you are. Daughter of Beverley and Antoine Sr. Your brother, Antoine Jr., is the Prez of the Chi Hellraisers MC.”
His tanned, handsome face splits into a grin. His messy blond hair looks like it’s seen a few too many fingers, and those gray eyes are sharper than they let on.
“What else do you think you know?” I ask.
