Page 13 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
I should have seen this coming. I should have known she would pull a stunt like that. Before I first saw Sabrina, I was expecting a spoilt brat, a girl used to always getting her way and treating everyone else like shit. Then I saw her and my mind was warped for a while. I was blinded by how sexy she was. How every inch of her was like a prize to be won. I forgot myself for a while, giving her the benefit of the doubt. I came close to sympathizing with her for having Jeffrey Wyndham as a father.
That was before she tried to trip me up.
I rubbed a hand over my face. This wasn’t going to be easy. If I had to be around this chick twenty-four-seven, force my way into her life, I was going to break. If I saw her near-naked one more time, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to keep myself in check.
I didn’t want to quit this easily. I didn’t want to walk out of this house, but maybe that was the right thing to do. Maybe someone else needed to guard her. Someone who wasn’t this attracted to her. Someone she couldn’t turn on by just glancing at them.
All I had to do would be to walk over to Wyndham’s office, or better still, find that Jim guy and tell him I was leaving. It would mean admitting defeat. At the hands of a girl? I had been shot at, stabbed, held captive by rival gangs, been in major MC wars and come out the other side still alive. Would I seriously let Sabrina Wyndham bring me to my knees?
But then again, this job wasn’t worth it. I should have been out there with the rest of my MC, trying to locate Eagle and bring him to justice. Instead, I was stuck here.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Ghost’s number. I needed to make a few things clear to him.
“How’s it going?” he asked when he answered the phone.
“You gave me a job to babysit a brat,” I growled, trying to keep my voice low because I didn’t know who was listening. I could hear Ghost chuckling.
“Come on, man, it can’t be that bad.”
“The daughter has started a campaign to try and get rid of me as if I’m her evil nanny.”
Ghost chuckled even louder this time.
“And Wyndham has definitely got some stuff he’s not telling us or his family. He gave me a brief overview of the problem but I don’t think we even scratched the surface.”
Ghost breathed in deeply, as he knew what was coming.
“This is a job for a prospect, man, you’re killing me here,” I groaned.
“You will end up killing yourself if you don’t take it easy for a few weeks.”
“Look, man, I like Mercy, okay? I wasn’t a big fan when you guys first got together.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed,” Ghost said sarcastically. “But I’ve gotten to know her now. She’s not half bad.”
“I trust her professional opinion. She seems to think you need to take it easy. Well, her advice was that you stay off your feet and stay in bed watching crap TV and eating chicken soup for a few weeks, but I didn’t want to kill you from boredom.”
“So you think you’re doing me a favor?” I growled.
“Spike, this is a big job. Do I have to fuckin’ spell it out for you? If you do this job right, the mayor of this city is going to be indebted to us. We will have him in the bag. Our business will be secure from any legal interference. Cops will turn a blind eye. All kinds of different doors will open up for us. All you have to do is give this guy what he wants.”
I had my jaws clenched tightly. Maybe I should have told him what was happening with Sabrina. That it was going to be harder and harder for me to keep my hands off her. That she had launched a personal campaign to seduce me.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I replied.
“I am. This is a small job. Just to tide you over till you’ve made a full recovery. Either that or you get back here and stay in bed. We are not letting you get back in action right now.”
“Okay, yeah, okay, I get it. Geez!” I ran a hand through my hair.
“Try figuring out what is really going on with the mayor,” he added.
“I feel like I’m going to find out pretty soon, without trying.”
Ghost was grinning, I could sense it through the phone.
I asked about the rest of the MC, and he filled me in on what was happening at Fifth Gear, and then the call ended.
It seemed like there had been no activity inside Sabrina’s room. Ideally, I would have liked to keep an eye on her on cameras when she was alone in her room, but I knew already that she would never allow that. So I would just have to stay on high alert instead.
