Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,101

of your problems with the cops.”

I frown. “My problems?”

“Yeah, over Hearst’s disappearance. They won’t bother you about that again.”

I stare at him as I realise what he’s saying. And I’m so fucking grateful to him for doing this. “I appreciate that.”

“If you need anything else, come see me,” he says before leaving us.

I look at Mason. “I don’t really need to know, but how did he get the cops to look away?”

He takes his time answering me, to the point where I don’t expect him to. And I get it. Club business stays between the club. But finally, he says, “Like you said, Joe was tied up with the mafia. They’re looking at two guys the mafia sent to threaten Hearst. Apparently they killed someone for Hearst who was threatening his brother and didn’t like it when Hearst tried to cut ties with them.”

Oh my God.

The crime his father wanted him to commit.

That has to be it.

I really was married to the devil.

I wrap my arms around Mason and press my head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I find it soothing. I always have. I also find it soothing when he puts his arms around me and holds me tightly to him, which he does now. We stay like this for a few minutes. It’s like he senses I need this, so he gives it to me without question. And when I finally look up at him, and say, “Thank you for saving me,” he simply nods and says, “I’ll always save you, Mayfair.”

I know he will.

Mason Blaise was born to be my saviour, my protector, my hero.

And I was born to be his girl.

37

Gunnar

“Are you trying to kill me, woman?” I ask Chelsea when I come home from work and find her dressed in the tightest red dress I’ve ever fucking seen.

She smiles. “No, but I think that means I’ve achieved my goal.”

“If your goal was to get me hard, then you’ve fucking achieved it.” I run my eyes over her tits and down her body, deciding to move my plans to fuck her from later this evening to right fucking now.

“That’s unfortunate.”

I bring my hands to her hips. “The fuck why?”

“Because we’re going on a date.”

“A date?” Chelsea and I don’t do dates. We never have.

She smacks my hands away from her body. “Yes, a date. You need to go and shower and get ready.”

I arch my brows. I fucking like her bossiness, but I’m not fucking letting on about that. “Do I now?”

“Yes.”

“And where are we going? Do I need to get fancy for this?”

“We’re going out for dinner. Wear whatever you want.”

There’s something about her tonight that makes me do as she’s asked.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going? I ask as I walk out of the bedroom, showered, and dressed, fifteen minutes later.

“Somewhere special,” she says, giving me nothing.

“And how the fuck am I going to get us there if you don’t tell me where?”

“You’re not in charge of getting us there. I’ve hired a limo.”

This night has just taken a turn I’m fucking into. However, Chelsea reads me in the way she always fucking reads me and shakes her head. “I’m not fucking you in the limo on the way to dinner, so get that thought out of your head.”

It’s been a month since she moved back in, and after she healed from her beating, I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her. If she thinks she’s got any fucking chance of keeping me away in this limo, she needs to fucking think again.

Her phone sounds with a text, and after reading it, she says, “The limo’s almost here.”

We head outside as the limo pulls up at our place. Five minutes later, we’re on our way to wherever Chelsea’s taking us, and I’m about to get her on my lap. However, my plans go out the window when she turns her body to mine and says, “Tell me a favourite.” When Chelsea wants to play this game, nothing can distract or stop her.

“This fucking dress for one.”

She rolls her eyes. “Tell me a proper one, Mason. I’m being serious here.”

And so the fuck am I, but I sense something going on here, something deeper that I haven’t clued onto yet, so I give her what she’s asked for. “Watching you read on the beach with the sound of the waves in the background and the sun on you.”

Her eyes widen a little. With surprise and with pleasure. She