“Thank you for your vote of confidence. It means a lot, but I won’t budge on this. I’m going to be stubborn.” She nodded her head. “Now, shouldn’t you be leaving?”
“I’m heading out, but how about I drop you off at the library?”
“Only if you promise not to go inside and threaten everyone with my safety. I want people to like me while I work, not be afraid of my boyfriend.”
“It still feels weird, you calling me that.”
“You’re my boyfriend?”
“Pretty much.”
“I don’t know. I kind of like it. You’re much older than me.” She ran her hands back up his chest.
It was these little moments that caught him off guard. The old Robin wouldn’t have been so forward with him. He liked it, but when she got her memory back, would these moments be gone?
Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he grabbed her bag and left his home. He locked the door, pocketing the keys.
She wasn’t coming back here until he returned and even though Bear was his VP, he was staying home to keep her in check, which was more than fine with him. The last thing he needed right now was to be worrying about where she was staying or who was seeing her.
Climbing onto his bike, he waited for her to straddle the machine. He revved the engine and took off, gunning toward the library. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tightly.
Fuck, he missed this.
He’d never gotten much of a chance to show her how much fun riding could be, but having her now, he didn’t want to stop.
At the sign for town, he was tempted to veer off, to take her for a long, hard ride. She wouldn’t see it as him wanting to spend time with her though, which was all he wanted to do. If work was what she needed, he’d gladly give it to her. Okay, not gladly, but reluctantly. He didn’t want her stressing out or worrying about anything unnecessarily. If she wanted a job, he’d make sure one of his men gave the library a message to keep her happy. He’d even pay for her to work there if he had to. He’d do whatever it took to make her life easier.
Arriving outside of the library, Robin climbed off the bike and held her hand out for her bag. “Thank you,” she said.
He caught her hand before she could leave. “If you are worried about anything—”
“I know. Call you or one of the guys. I got it. Please, stop worrying. I’m the one who should be warning you. You’re the one heading out into the great unknown.”
He laughed. “I’m going to do some business, hardly the same thing.”
“The secret kind of business.”
“Club business.”
“Still secret.” She stroked his cheek. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll be back before you know it.” He pulled her close, gripping her ass and not wanting to let her go. Riding away from her was always the hardest part, but he and Dog had some business down at one of the docks, and he was bringing the strength while Dog came with the savage.
She pulled away and he watched her walk into the library.
Taking out his cell phone, he arranged for Cheeky and Grind to keep an eye on her. Next, he also gave an order for Billy to also keep an ear out. With Bishop around, he had no doubt his traitorous son would try to pay her a visit. All he needed to do was make sure she was safe, and that one of his men was available to keep an eye on her.
With the instructions complete, he took off, wanting more than anything to stay close.
He joined the rest of his crew. Frost, Grave, Simple, Rider, and a few others were in the back waiting for him. Bear was staying behind as were a couple more to keep an eye on club business.
The prospects were never allowed to join in on the fun.
Taking the lead, he headed toward the location where Dog said he and his crew would be waiting to go to the docks. They arrived an hour later at an abandoned hotel. Dog was waiting with six large vans. He was pacing as Preacher approached.
“I didn’t think you were coming,” Dog said, holding out his hand.
He shook the offered hand and nodded. “Just had to take care of some business.”
“Anything you need help with?”
“Nothing important.” He wasn’t going to talk about his woman with Dog. This was private and not business. “What’s the deal?”
“The last shipment of product has been down. I spoke to my suppliers and they have all the documentation to state they packed everything.”
“They could be lying,” Preacher said. “It’s not the first time.”
“Yeah, and I’ve heard the crew at the docks have sticky fingers. They’re taking my coke before I can distribute it. They’re mixing it with some toxic shit and it’s killing kids,” Dog said. “I got contacts to say they’re also selling it for double the price and all of this bullshit will come down on me.”