Relenting (Dirty Cops #2)

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

Bentley

M y steering wheel feels the wrath of my grip as I drive down the old dirt road, heading out to the middle of nowhere. The sun is startin’ to creep up in the sky, showing just how fucking late it is. Or I should say early. Damn, I can’t believe the girl of my fucking dreams belongs to one of the brothers. Fuck me. I know she felt it. The chemistry. The pull between us. It wasn’t one-sided. She was right there with me, melting into my arms. Her eyes begging for a kiss.

Makes me think her relationship is on rocky ground. But it doesn’t fucking matter, does it? Once a girl has been claimed by a Savage Knight, she’s off-fucking-limits. And here I am trying to redeem myself with the club for what I did to Grit. I’m trying to make peace with the Prez and the rest of the guys, so the last thing I’m going to do is steal her away from her man. But damn if that doesn’t eat me alive. This girl is a dream, wrapped up in a stubborn little package, making my dick so hard I’m not sure he’ll ever go down again.

I pull up to the front gate, rolling down my window to alert the guard so he’ll let me pass, but she’s already jumping out and slamming the door. Her stubborn little ass is stomping off to the side and slipping under the fence, not giving me a backwards glance as she disappears down the dirt path.

“Officer Bentley, to what do we owe this honor?” Tank asks, smiling at me through his window.

“Just dropping Roxanna off,” I tell him. “Hey! Do you know who her man is?” My curiosity gets the better of me. It shouldn’t even matter who she’s with; the girl isn’t going to be mine.

“Rox is a Sweetbutt. As far as I know, no one’s claimed her. Damn if I haven’t tried. But that girl’s heart is locked up tight. Not sure who fucked her over in the past, but she’s unattainable.”

My knuckles wring the life out of my steering column, the tension locking my jaw. “Need to get back to the station,” I state, trying not to reveal the jealous rage coursing through my veins. “You have a good day, Tank.”

He tips his head, echoing my sentiment before I’m backing up and pulling back out onto the road. The string of curses ring out as I drive towards my house, breaking legal speed. I’m too pissed to give a shit right now, not that anyone’s gonna pull me over. The girl is a Sweetbutt? She failed to fucking mention that. Then again, she didn’t mention anything. She gave me the silent treatment all the way back to the clubhouse. She clammed up on me as soon as I put two and two together, realizing she lives at the MC. If she isn’t tied down to a man, then why the fuck did she close me out?

I need to get Grit on the phone and find out what Roxanna’s deal is. My sister may give me hell for calling in the wee hours of the morning, but I’m all out of patience and need my answers now.

“Dude…” His groggy voice answers on the third ring. “Where’s the fire?”

He thinks there’s an emergency; maybe I should hang up and wait until the sun’s up. Not even sure the crows are up yet. But I need answers now, so he can bitch me out all he wants, but this can’t wait.

“Need to know what the deal is with Roxanna.”

“Roxanna? Who the fuck is that?” he rasps into the phone, sounding as though he’s sitting up in his bed.

“One of your Sweetbutts?” Just saying the word has me seeing red. The thought of those men using her for their fun blinds me with rage. I don’t want anyone touching my girl. That shit is gonna stop. NOW.

“You mean Roxy?”

“Yeah, what’s her story?”

“Why? She in trouble?”

“No.” Although I still don’t know what the fuck is going on with her family. All I know is that she’s better off without them, which she’s obviously come to realize on her own. “Just trying to understand what’s going on with the girl, how long she’s been involved with the club, how she got wrapped up with the Knights in the first place.” Also wondering if what Tank was saying was true, that she’s closed off to the members. Wonder if the reason has to do with her family, or if there’s an ex out there that left a scar. If it’s the latter, I’m more than happy to shoo away any past demons and make her believe in love again.

“You do realize what time it is, right?” I look at the clock again, seeing the reminder of exactly how early it is. “Not all of us work the fucking night shift, Bent. Why is this so damn important it couldn’t wait?”

I’ve got no answer to that. Other than the fact that this girl showed up out of the blue tonight and wedged herself into my sanity. And I’m not gonna be able to breathe again until I know that the brothers of the MC won’t touch her. She’s no longer going to be their toy. That girl deserves to be treated like a princess. She deserves to be loved, spoiled, and cherished. And from here on out, she’s only going to be fucked by one cock. And that’s mine.

A whistle hits my ear through the receiver, jerking me out of my spinning head. “Well, I’ll be damned. You like her.”

Like would be the normal feeling to have for a girl I barely know. The way I’m feeling borders on obsession.

“Cat got your tongue, Officer?” His gest is all in good fun, but I’m not in a playful mood. I need answers. And I need to make her mine.

“Don’t want any of your men touching her, Grit.”

“Holy fucking shit. Never thought I’d see the day. Have to say, I’m impressed with your taste in women. Only problem is, Rox is like Fort Knox. Not sure what happened in her past, but that girl rejects love. Just about all the guys fell for her when she arrived—some may still even have the hots for her, but that heart of hers is impenetrable.” He’s the second one to say that, but I’m not scared. In fact, I’m fucking relieved. Means she’s not holding out feelings for one of the guys to sweep her off her feet. Means I may stand a chance.

“As for the men keeping their hands off, that’s somethin’ you’re gonna have to take up with the Prez. Unless she’s claimed, she’s fair game. And if she’s willing and wanting, there’s nothing I can do to stop her. She’s a free woman, Bent.”

Fine. Then I’ll make my claim.

“Need to swing by the clubhouse later to speak to Shiv. I’ll speak with Axle then.” Maybe in exchange for the case he’s got me working on, he’ll agree to my terms. Rox is mine and no one is to lay another finger on her. I don’t even want their roaming eyes checking her out.

“Damn, brother, in all the years I’ve known you, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you this worked up over a girl. She must’ve made one hell of a first impression.”

Did she fucking ever. Sassy mouth, iron will, soft sweet center. And all of that is wrapped up in one divine package. Wild hair tinted with streaks of pinks and purples. Tattoos that I can’t wait to study with my eyes and mouth. And that killer body that looks like the devil’s playground. The things I want to do to her are borderline criminal. Damn, she’s pulled the rug out from under me and knocked me on my ass. Up until now, work came first. Women took a back seat. But this one is now riding front and center in my thoughts. She’s called shotgun on my nerves, and there’s no easing the tension until I have her.