Puck had never shown an ounce of remorse that I’d gone to prison for him, and he was far from an innocent victim like Aiden. Sometimes, the world was just upside down and backward. Good people suffered, and selfish assholes went about their day without a second thought.
“Angel, none of it was your fault.”
“My name is Aiden.”
“I know.” I pushed off the car. “Us cons like to give each other nicknames. Guess I gave you one too, after that night in Omaha.”
His lips parted in surprise, and damn, I wanted to kiss him again. Take him apart and listen to his sweet sounds of surrender.
How hard would Flynn kick my ass if I fucked around with his little brother, though?
I knew he’d be fine with us dating. He’d be a huge hypocrite if he wasn’t, after falling for his boss’s baby brother. But he’d want someone who would be serious about Aiden, and I wasn’t interested in a relationship.
I’d fallen in love once. Given it my all. And it’d only served to stab me in the back.
“I think it’s better if we just forget that night ever happened,” Aiden said.
That stung, even if I didn’t want to pursue something more.
“Is it really that easy to erase from your memory?”
“Yes.” He sounded uncertain. “It was just one night.”
“That’s too bad,” I murmured. “For you, I mean. Because I’m going to keep the memory close. Let it keep me warm on a lonely night. Remember just how delicious you were in my mouth.”
He swallowed hard. “Knight, I…um?—”
Boop-boop!
A siren blasted through the night. We both jumped and turned toward the sheriff’s cruiser. The car opened, and Axel spilled out, laughing. “Whoops.”
“You’re a menace,” Dalton growled before closing his door and backing out of the lot.
Axel wore a smug smile as he stepped up onto the sidewalk, clearly pleased with himself. His gaze caught on us. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No.” Aiden turned away from me. “There’s nothing to interrupt.”
I guessed there really wasn’t.
Bang-Bang-Bang!
I jerked awake, reaching for my gun on instinct. My hand slid under my pillow, finding nothing but scratchy fabric.
“Mr. Knight!”Bang-Bang!“I know you’re in there!”
My sleep fog cleared, and I groaned and buried my face in my pillow. I was no longer a biker. No longer had to worry about shots being fired. But Iwasin trouble.
“You need to pay your rent!” Nina James called, sounding increasingly exasperated. “Mr. Knight!”
Damn it. I’d avoided her for two days while hoping Matteo would get me a lead, but he’d only texted me with Aiden’s name; not helpful, given Aiden’s imitation of an ice sculpture the last time we spoke.
Nina banged on the door again. She wasn’t going away this time. Even if I didn’t answer the door, I couldn’t avoid this problem for long. I had to leave the house to go to work, and she’d ambush me on the way out or back in.
Bang-bang-bang!
I rolled out of bed and immediately tripped over a boot, cursing. “I’m coming, already!”
Nina quieted down, thankfully. My neighbors probably loved her yelling at the top of her lungs at eight a.m. I walked down the short hall, shooting a glare at the empty bedroom I passed. Tex should be in there, snoring like a freight train and helping me pay the rent.