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two-way radio at his shoulder as he edged around to catch the tag numbers.
    Storm grinned at the dark windshield, waiting for the driver’s next move.
    When several more deputies came out of the building, the tires on the sedan squealed as it shifted into reverse. The driver drove backward up the street and then turned, lifting one side as he did a two-point turn.
    Chuckling, Storm ran to where the Brothers had parked his bike and quickly started it. In seconds, before the first deputy reached him, he raced away with his crew inches behind his Harley. As the streetlights flashed overhead, he remembered catching a glimpse of Mary Jane’s wide-eyed stare as she’d stood next to her lawyer on the steps of the county’s courthouse.
    Damn! Why did he feel like he was deserting her?

Chapter 3
    Mary Jane walked out of the elevator into the courthouse’s parking deck. Lights shone bright enough on the sparse number of cars parked in her level for it to seem like midday. Her lawyer had asked if she needed to be walked to her car. Mary Jane laughed and asked if she needed the same. They chuckled as they parted. Her lawyer slung a purse over a shoulder and exited the elevator one floor earlier, her Prada pumps clicking on the cement.
    With the well-lit deck and security cameras in several areas, Mary Jane felt relatively safe.
    A few steps from where she parked, she noticed a man standing up straight. He’d been leaning against her car on the opposite side. Blond hair fell over his ears and slightly darker gruff covered his face. Storm Ryder. Her heart picked up speed, not from fear, but because of the intense way he watched her walk toward him. The man radiated animal sexuality.
    She asked, “What are you doing here?”
    Why wasn’t he holed up in his headquarters or wherever he lived?
    He darted a heated look her way and then without a word, he moved back to the other side of the car and brought his bike around to the driver’s side of her Corvette.
    “Get on,” he ordered.
    “What?” Surely she’d misunderstood what he’d said.
    The roar of the motorcycle being cranked echoed off the cement surrounding them. Then more bikes came thundering from the level above them and around the turn, coming to a stop next to her. A Mayhem Brother had a younger male riding bitch on a small raised seat behind the driver. The man nearly landed on his ass when he was pushed off. The back of his vest read PROSPECT.
    “Prospect, get her keys and drive it to the address Twofer gave you. Venom’ll pick you up.” Storm shouted over the rumble of the engines.
    The man held his hand out. When she narrowed her eyes at Storm, trying to figure out his angle, the prospect jerked her purse off her shoulder.
    “Hey, give that back to me.” She balled her fists and glared. Looking at the dangerous men surrounding her, what did she think she could do? She was outnumbered, and probably most of them, if not all, were armed.
    “Mary Jane, look at me,” Storm said in a firm voice.
    Put out, but more mad than afraid, she met his gaze. Maybe she was stupid to not feel threatened, but so far they hadn’t harmed her. Deep inside, she sensed Storm wouldn’t let anyone touch her.
    “Yes?” She waited for a moment and then looked back at the prospect digging through her purse for her keys, wondering when he would realize she held them in her hand. What woman didn’t have her keys ready before walking out of a building?
    “Give him your car key. You’re coming with me. We’ll talk when we’re at a safe place. If you decide not to hire us, I’ll take you home after you take on someone else.”
    It all sounded reasonable. She looked at Storm and then at the faces around her. Their expressions varied from leering to bored. Was she crazy to trust him? Then she remembered how he’d tried to prepare her for how the deputies would react when they showed up at Jimmy’s home. He’d been on the mark. They’d treated him as a suspect and been wary with