coming up fast. “Shit. How the hell did he find me?”
“Dad’s been tracking your cell phone for years. Didn’t you know that?”
“No! You knew about that and didn’t tell me?”
He just shrugs.
I frown. “Wait, he’s fucking up what plan?”
“Robbing that bank.”
Oh my God. My mouth falls open. “You’re joking, right?”
“I’ll deposit the money in your account when it’s done.”
“Trez, no.”
We round a bend, and it’s all woods around us. Trez brakes hard and pulls to the side of the road.
“Get out of the car, Lola.”
“What?” I stare at him in shock. “You’re just going to turn me over to that Royal Bastard? You can’t be serious.”
“Go home, Lola. Memphis will take you.”
“I’m not getting out of the car.”
“I don’t have time to mess around.” He pulls his pistol from the small of his back and aims it at me.
I arc a brow and huff out a laugh. “Come on, Trez, we both know you won’t use that.”
“You’re right.” He leans across me, opens my door, and shoves me out onto the shoulder. I fall with a hard thud, my hip and elbow hitting the pavement. “Sorry, Lola, but it’s for your own good. You stick around me, your life is in danger.”
With that, he hits the gas and roars away, the door slamming shut with the force.
I’m struggling to my feet and brushing off my jeans when the Harley thunders around the bend. He lets off the throttle and locks up the brakes, almost fishtailing to a stop next to me.
When the dust clears, he growls, “You’re a fuck of a lot of trouble, woman.”
CHAPTER TEN
Memphis—
I’m pissed I almost lost control of the bike. I’m pissed I had to call Rock to track his daughter again, but most of all I’m pissed I let this girl give me the slip in the first place.
“Need a ride?” I ask snidely.
She brushes off her pants, huffs out a sigh, and looks off.
“What happened? Did the bum you followed down to New Orleans dump you out on the side of the road? A loser like that’s not worth your time.” Before she can answer, my eyes skate down her dusty pants and scrapped elbow. I climb from the bike and approach her. “You okay, babe? You hurt?”
Her eyes glaze over with unshed tears.
“Who the fuck is that loser?” I snap, pissed she ran from me but furious she was literally shoved out on the side of the road like yesterday’s trash. I want to go after this guy and beat the shit out of him. Lola’s the daughter of a Royal Bastard, and that makes her family, and no one is going to treat her like that and get away with it.
“That loser is my brother.”
Her words bowl me over—take me aback so much so I actually do take a step back. “You’re fucking kidding.”
“Nope.”
“What the fuck’s going on, Lola? None of this adds up.”
“That guy at the motel, the one in the suit?”
A chill of foreboding crawls up my spine. “Yeah, what about him?”
“Trez owes him a bunch of money, and he wants it back. That dude scared the crap outta me.”
I wonder if Rock knows any of this. There’s more drama in this family than I want to get in the middle of, that’s for sure. But I was sent here on an errand, not to fix all this. “Well, he’s your brother’s problem. Get on.”
“I have to help him.”
“Yeah? How’s that gonna happen?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know, but someone has to save him from himself.”
“Look, I wasn’t sent to save your brother. I was sent to retrieve you and that’s what I’m doing. Rock can deal with this mess.”
“No. You can’t tell my father.” She settles her hand on my forearm, her touch gentle. I try hard not to let it affect me, and my words come out harsher than I intend.
“Why the fuck not?”
“You just can’t,” she insists, then after a moment, whispers, “please.”
I don’t know why, but that little catch in her voice undermines my resolve. I grab her by the chin and tilt her face to meet my eyes, and I arch my brow. “You done runnin’?”
She nods in my hand.
“Get on the bike and don’t give me any more trouble and maybe I won’t call Rock.” Still she hesitates, and I can’t let her think she’s running this show. “Best deal you’re gonna get, babe. I suggest you take it, or I’ll be making that phone call right now.”
She glances down the road, and I can