She was leaving her office at one am, most of the clients were either gone or with one of the ladies of the escort business. She locked up, leaving the manager in charge, she walked to her car, knowing instantly she wasn't alone. She could hear him getting closer, 6 foot, 200 pounds, she was still in her red stilettos, he was going to be a bitch to take down.
She got to her car, pulling her keys out of her pocket, she felt a hand clamp down on her wrist. She grabbed it with her other hand, and slung him into her car, she grabbed his arm pulling it behind his back and throwing him to the ground, putting her knee into his back. Noticing that he wore a Sons Cut she released his arm, after hearing his muffled cursing.
"What the fuck? Didn't anyone ever teach you not to sneak up on a defenseless lady?"
He slowly rolled over to his back, staring up at her. "I wouldn't say your defenseless lass!" He smiled up at her, she rolled her eyes. Offering him her hand she helped him up off the ground.
"Maybe you shouldn't sneak up on someone who was just grabbed twenty-four hours ago. Be lucky I left my gun in my office!"
"Do you think it's really smart to be walking around by yourself, this late?"
"Apparently not when some sneaky Scotsmen is in the neighborhood, preying upon poor defenseless women."
"I'm the one that winded up be slammed against your cage, and then thrown to the ground."
"Well then I guess I owe you a cup of coffee, maybe some breakfast." He smiled at her again.
"Sounds nice, follow me." She climbed in behind the wheel of her sports car, putting the top down, she turned around following him to his bike. They pulled into the parking lot of an all night diner. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to do damage control on her wind swept hair. She put the top up on her car, the climbed out. Chibs watched her step out of her car, catching a peek of the tops of her thigh highs, he swallowed a moan.
He placed his hand at the small of her back, walking her inside, she felt a slow heat envelope her body. She couldn't stop thinking about the kiss they'd shared earlier that night. She was lost in thought about things she'd like to do to him, when his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her from falling on the wet floor of the diner. She was pressed against him, slightly breathless. "Thank you." She could smell his scent of cigarettes, whiskey, and a spicy after shave lotion. Shit! He smelled really good!
He released her from his hold, his hand on her back again, guiding her to a booth in the back. She slid in across from him, taking a menu, she looked over it trying to decide what to order. She stretched her feet to to the seat Chibs was sitting on, propping her feet up, he looked down at them raising his eyebrows. "The price we woman pay to make our legs look great, the bitch heels start to kill after a long day." She smiled at him.
The waitress came to take their order, she went with something light, a veggie omelet, toast, and tea. She smiled as he ordered a typical big greasy breakfast, and a coffee. "Have you ever ridden a motorcycle love?"
She leaned forward looking at him. "I can drive one!"
"Now, why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Sometimes a girls got make a fast get away. It's been a while since I've been on a bike."
"And whys that?"
"I haven't needed to get away fast!" She smiled. The waitress brought their food, she slowly began to eat her breakfast, secretly wishing she'd ordered what Chibs had. They finished their meal, the waitress brought the bill, she went to reach for it, his hand covered hers.
"It's on me Giannina." His dark eyes were staring into hers.
"I thought I owed you breakfast." She smiled at him, trying to slip the ticket from underneath his grip.
"Maybe next time."
"Pretty sure of yourself, that there will be a next time."
"Aye!"
"Cocky bastard!" She laughed at him as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. He ended up paying for the meal, following her out to the car, she unlocked her door, he grabbed her pulling her close to him, kissing her. His arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He nibbled on her bottom lip, she let out a moan.
He pulled back, looking at her. "I want to follow you home, make sure you get there safely."
"I'll be fine, you don't have to."
"It's not up for debate, what kind of man would I be to let a defenseless lady drive into the night by herself?"
"I thought you said I wasn't so defenseless." She slid into her car, putting down the top, she pulled out of the parking lot, watching him follow her back to Charming. She pulled into her drive, he revved his motor as he drove by, she continued up her long drive, pulling into the garage. Smiling at the kisses she's shared with him, he kissed as good as he looked.
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She'd spent a restless night dreaming of doing some deliciously naughty things to a certain Scottish biker, when her alarm went off at six she wanted to cry. She climbed from the bed heading towards the shower, her feet still ached from the long hours in her bitch heels yesterday. She was going with flats today, she was going to have an easy half day at the office.
She slipped on a pair of gray dress pants, black ballet flats, and a black top, she pulled out of her garage, driving down her drive way, she stopped seeing a bike parked at the end. She put her car in park, and got out of the car, he strolled towards her. "Good morning Giavonnia!"
"Good morning. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Aye!" He pulled her in his arms, kissing her, his tongue teasing hers. He pulled away from her, smiling.
"Is that all you wanted?"
"Aye, love."
"So glad I could help you out!" She climbed back into her car, peeling out of the drive. This man was going to drive her insane She drove to her office in Stockton, she grabbed a cup of coffee on the way to her office. She was sitting at her desk, waiting for the day to get started when Frankie walked into her office.
"We have a retrieval job."
"Have you done the leg work?"
"Of course. We're ready to go. Who do you want on it?"
"You, Sal, Tom, and myself. Where?"
"Near the Cal/Wash boarder."
"We'll leave in a hour, have the jet ready."
Gia leaned back in her chair, she needed to mental prepare herself for this job. She looked over the file Frankie dropped on her desk, she hated jobs that involved kids. She often did them pro bono, a sick bastard abusive father had taken his kid from her mother. She was going to have fun, making him pay, making sure he never hurt his daughter or ex-wife again.
He'd simply come up missing, with no trace, one of the guys would get rid of the body. Usually she'd only take Sal with her but considering there was a rat in her organization she was raking the three men she truly trusted. She closed the folder, standing up, she went to her closet pulling out her go bag, and her tools. She called Mia leaving her in charge.
She grabbed her purse heading out to the air strip, getting ready to leave.
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The man guarding the little girls room was a big one, at least three hundred pounds and 6' 2. Son of a bitch, why did she always get the big ass guys? She walked up to him smiling. "Hi big guy! Any chance you'd just walk away and let me take the little princess with me?" The man growled at her, shoving her against the wall knocking the air from her lungs. "I'll take that as a no!"
She shoved him off of her, throwing a punch, throwing him off balance. "Fucking bitch!" He threw a punch towards her face, she blocked it, pulling his arm back, and head butting him. She watched him crumble to the ground, she laughed as she zip lined his hands and ankles. She opened the door, finding a three tear old little girl, curled up on the bed.
"Hi Maggie, my name is Gia. I'm here to take you to home to your mommy."
"Okay." Gia scooped the little girl up in her arms. carrying her out into the hall. She heard footsteps running towards her, she let out a curse word, taking Maggie back in the room.
"Hide under the bed baby doll, I'll be right back!" Gia shut the door, she turned as three men came running towards her. Where the hell are the guys? She was ready to fight all three of them, she glanced up to see Frankie, Sal, and Tom, running towards her, she let the three men grab her and get a few hits in so they were distracted. It hurt like hell, but a broken rib or two was a small price to pay to bring home that little girl.
Sal, Frankie, and Tom, dragged the three men off of Gia. "Bought time you three show up.!"
"Sorry Gia, taking care of the dad!" Frankie said.
"You okay Bella? Sal asked.
"I'm fine Sal." She turned to go get Maggie, carrying her back into the hall. "Are we set to go home?"
"Yep, the cleaners are already here. You sure you okay, you don't need the doc do you?" Tom asked.
"I'm fine, you three are worse then old women. I'm bruised and scratched."
"You might be in charge Giavonnia Isabella but your poppa still worries. If you come back injured, we all pay! He still has some pull inside the organization." Sal said.
"I'll handle poppa! You three are in the clear!" She smiled at them. "Let's load up and go home."
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"Mia, I'm leaving you in charge tomorrow. I need to take tomorrow off. Getting the shit stomped out of me by 300 pound men, earns me a day off."
"Christ Gia, where were the guys?"
"Taking care of the dad. Call me with any problems. As soon as we reunite the little girl with her mom, I'm going home."
"See you Monday then?"
"See you then." Gia ended the call, she looked like she'd been in a major accident. The reunion was emotional and sweet, Gia climbed into her sports car, driving home. She half way expected to see his motorcycle at the end of her drive when she got home, she was disappointed when it wasn't there. She pulled into her garage, she climbed out of her car going into the house.
A nice long soak in a hot bath would help, she walked down the hall to her room. She threw her clothes in the hamper, walking into the bathroom, she filled the bathtub with hot water and bubble bath. She climbed into the tub, sinking down, letting the bubbles tickle her ear lobes, working the soreness out of her muscles. She really wished the Scotsmen would have been here tonight.
The water started to cool, she let the water out of the tub, she climbed out, drying off, she checked out her body in the mirror. She looked like hell, she went into her room, throwing on some boy short panties, yoga pants, and a t-shirt, she went down stairs, to fix something to eat. The musical tone of her doorbell stopped her trek to the kitchen, she pulled her Glock from the table, peeking out window of her door.
She smiled seeing the biker standing on the door step, putting the gun on the table, she opened the door. "Are you stalking defenseless woman now?"
"Aye, I was hoping for a late dinner." She smiled at him.
"I'm not up to throwing you on the ground tonight, I was just about to fix myself something to eat. Want to join me?"
"If it's not any trouble." She held the door, open so he could come in. She shut the door behind him, he took two steps into the house before pulling her into his arms, kissing her. She hissed and winced in pain, he pulled away looking at her with concern. Lifting her shirt, he saw the bruises. "What the hell did you do to yourself?"
"Ran into 1,200 pounds of stupid on a job today."
"Christ love, is anything broken?"
"Maybe a rib or two, nothing major. You should see the other guys!." She walked away to the kitchen, leaving him to stare after her.
"Let me check you over." His hands slid under her shirt, running over her rib cage.
"I think you just wanted a reason to put your hands under my shirt."
"I was a medic, in the Queens army." He frowned at her.
"That's what they all say! I usually get a really nice dinner before I let a man put his hands under my shirt." She smiled at him, he laughed as he looked down at her. He lowered his head down, kissing her.
"Want to tell me about how you got all the bruises?"
"Not really! Let's find something to eat." She took his hand, dragging him to the kitchen, thinking that whatever this thing was she just going to let it play out. He obviously was interested, she was going to break her rule about fucking business partners if the Sons agreed to join forces. She opened the fridge pulling out left overs, heating them up, she looked over Chibs was smiling.
"That smells fucking amazing!"
"Thank you! Cooking is just one of my many talents."
"And what other talents do you have Giavonnia?" He stepped closer, cupping her face.
"You'll just have to discover them on your own!" She stood on her tip toes, kissing him, before turning around, and dishing out the beef stew, handing Chibs a bowel.