Wrench

4 - What have I gotten myself into?

Elie

Wrench picks me up outside my hotel at 7 PM. I’ve never been on the back of a motorcycle before, and I instantly wish I hadn’t worn such a short skirt. Wrench chuckled when he saw me and said I looked gorgeous, but I might find it challenging to be on the back of his bike wearing a skirt. I rolled my eyes and climbed on, but the damn thing kept riding up my thighs. Thank God no one can see between my legs. Although, my puss.y is flush against Wrench’s powerful back the whole ride to the restaurant, and boy, does it make me throb.

I have to stop myself shamelessly rubbing against him. Not that I have ever done that to anyone before. I’m not a saint, but I’m not a slut, either.

I’m starting to doubt myself a little. I don’t know if I can seduce this man and then harm his friend. The whole time I was getting ready for this date, I had to keep telling myself that the Snakes Henchmen were the reason my mother was dead – the reason I would never get to know her. I had to do this. I had to.

I managed to fit an outfit that would make me look hot but not a slut. I want Wrench to like me; in fact, I want him to fall in love with me. Even men like Wrench fall in love.

Don’t they?

Regardless, I must do whatever it takes to get close to the Snakes. I need to know what really happened to my mother and why. Then, I’m going to kill Hammer. I’ll make him pay for what he did, and these dumb bikers will never forget my name!

Am I scared this will blow up in my face?

Of course, I am. These men are dangerous on a level I have never encountered outside a movie. But I don’t care. My mother deserves to be avenged, and I will make it happen, no matter the cost.

After parking his motorcycle, Wrench takes my hand and helps me off his bike. I laugh while adjusting my skirt. Wrench then leads me inside the five-star Italian restaurant. I didn’t know bikers could get into a place like this.

That’s prejudice of me. Wrench might be a biker, but he’s dressed smartly tonight, in black pants and a black button-down shirt with three buttons at the top open, showing the smoothness of his chest. His hair is slicked back, he smells amazing, and he looks young and carefree.

I always thought bikers were big, dirty pigs?

Wrench isn’t dirty; he’s clean and smells of body wash. It shows how wrong you can be.

It doesn’t feel strange that he’s holding my hand; it feels natural.

Surely that should tell me this whole thing will blow up in my face?

“I have a table booked under the name Anderson,” Wrench tells the young blonde behind the welcome booth.

My eyes scan the place. It’s beautiful, well-decorated, and expensive-looking. God, this place looks like it will cost a fortune even to order a drink.

Do I look like the kind of girl who likes expensive things?

Okay, I wasn’t raised in extreme poverty or anything; we had a lot of money. But Wrench didn’t need to bring me here to try and impress me. He could’ve taken me anywhere. All I want is information. I couldn’t care less how I get it or where we are when he spills it.

“Of course, Wrench. Right this way.” The fake smile on the hostess’s face as she eyeballs me. Bitc.h!

On our way to our table, we’re stopped by a huge, very handsome man. I swallow hard. He gives off an air of power that would belong only to a man who has killed people in cold blood.

Why is it always the good-looking ones?

The woman beside him is beautiful in the literal sense. “Hi, I’m Marnie.”

I blink, smile, and take her outstretched hand. “Elie,” I tell her.

“It’s very nice to meet you. I do hope Wrench here is being a gentleman?”

Wrench rolls his eyes, and I chuckle.

I don’t know why he would believe I think him to be some innocent man who’s never been with a woman in his life. He has too much confidence with women for me to ever believe he’s anything but a man-whor.e. I don’t believe he’s never beaten the hell out of a few men, even killed them, either.

Yes, all of that scares me. I’m in too deep here, and I feel sick to my stomach. This man could kill me if he finds out what I’m up to. But as I don’t intend to be here very long, I have no interest in Wrench’s past, wrong-doings, relationships, or what he’s done to others.

“This is my husband, Draven.” Marnie introduces me to her husband. His eyes lock with mine, and it hits me just who I’m looking at.

“Draven Vidal?”

“That would be me.” He shakes my hand, and I am both awed and terrified. I’m standing talking to a Mafia Don! The boss of the Vidal Crime Family.

How the hell did I end up like this?

Mafia Don’s, their wives, bikers, and biker gangs?

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

“It’s good to see you both, but as you can see, I have a date with this very hot, very beautiful young lady.” Wrench winks at me, making me blush.

Why the hell am I blushing?

After bidding Marnie and Draven goodbye, Wrench leads me to our table. We eat while we talk about ourselves, and while I don’t tell him the reason I’m here, I find it very easy to talk to him about school and my friends.

How crazy is that?

I laugh at Wrench’s stories about school and how cool California was, but how he missed life here, his family, and such. He eagerly tells me how he became a full-patched member of Snakes Henchmen MC. How they’re the best and only family he’ll ever need.

I can’t imagine what kind of life a biker leads, but I imagine it to be lonely if you never trust a woman to get close enough to love you.

“Thank you for tonight; it’s been great,” I tell him as we walk toward his bike. I really did enjoy the last couple of hours with him.

“The night is still young.” He winks at me, making me laugh.

Then I gasp as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush against his big body. Fuc.k, I can feel his erectio.n through his pants.

I swallow hard, my eyes on his mouth. Okay, I didn’t intend to feel anything when I said I’d use him for my own gains, but I can’t deny that I feel so aroused by this big bad biker.

Wrench cups my face, his fingertips pushing my loose, blonde hair behind my ear at the same time. He says something, but the blood is pounding so hard in my ears that I don’t hear it.

I’m about to ask him what he said when he kisses me, and my God, I feel it everywhere. The scratch of his stubble against my cheeks has my puss.y aching.

How in the hell is that normal?

I’ve kissed guys, let them grope me, I’ve done shi.t to them, but this is something else. I’m shaking with desire for this man.

My mama used to tell me how I’d meet a man one day, and he’d make me feel things I didn’t know existed. Of course, I had no clue what she meant back then; I was a kid. Now I know exactly what she meant. I’m throbbing and tingling in places I didn’t realize I could, and all because of the man kissing me.

This might not be as hard as I imagined. There’s no denying that I’m attracted to Wrench, which inevitably will make this all the sweeter. I’ll use him until I get what I want, Hammer’s head on a plate, then I’ll walk away with a smile on my face and never think of Wrench again.

I close my eyes with my face in his hands and Wrench’s forehead against mine.

“Take me home with you.” He whispers against my lips.

I want to do this, but I’m scared. It’s one thing to plan it out in my head; it is quite another to follow through with it.

If I don’t sleep with him, will that blow my chances of getting close to the pig who all but killed my mother?

I shake my head and smirk at him. I need to be strong while making him work for it. It’s too easy to spread my legs on the first night; he could lose interest right after. I need Wrench to want to be around me for longer than one night.

“What kind of girl do you think I am?”

I laugh as he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. “The hot kind.” His lips hit mine, and I am powerless to resist.

I have to stop this. With all my might, I push Wrench away from me. “Not tonight, Wrench. Where would be the fun in giving in so quickly?”

He groans, and I bite my lower lip to avoid laughing at him. “You’re gonna drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

I smirk while nodding my head.

“Fine. You win, but I have to see you again.”

Gotcha!

I put my hand on his shoulder. Leaning into him, I whisper, “Call me.” Then I kiss his cheek. I lift away, wink, and leave.

“Wait! Let me give you a ride home!”

I wave at him over my shoulder. “Catcha later, Wrench!” I hear him cursing to himself, and I chuckle all the way back to the hotel.