going inside here,” he said, nodding at the darkened clinic. It was late but he knew his friend was still here in the back. He always stayed until midnight even though he locked the doors—to keep out would-be thieves and junkies looking for a fix.
“You sure it’s open?”
“Yeah.” He was out and to her side in seconds. He hated that someone had done this to her, but he’d worry about finding the guilty party later. Right now he just needed to make sure she was safe.
* * *
Montez frowned, listening to Ivan talking to Grant Caldwell on the phone. They’d all left the club after his sister Julieta had talked to some guy on Raegan’s phone. Some guy who claimed he was a cop and was allegedly taking her to a clinic.
Now they were in the parking lot, waiting while Ivan talked to Grant, confirming whether this was true. He hated the thought of anything happening to Raegan. Hell, any woman. But Raegan was a sweet girl and a little naïve in general. It was hard not to like her.
After a lot of one-word answers and short questions, Ivan finally hung up the phone. “She’s okay as far as Grant knows. He said he’ll keep me updated.”
“That’s so scary,” Dominique said, wrapping her arms around herself.
Next to her, Ruby looked as worried as he’d ever seen her. And he’d seen the beauty in a hospital room after nearly being hit by a car. She’d only sprained her ankle and suffered from a few cuts and bruises but he’d never forget seeing her there, injured. It had shaved years off his life, knowing that day could have been much worse. The maniac driving the car could have killed her and wouldn’t have cared.
When she looked at him, he automatically looked away. Because yeah, he was a coward where she was concerned.
As everyone started talking about heading home, Ruby sidled up to him. It surprised him. “Give me a ride tonight?” she asked quietly.
For the briefest moment, his mind went where he swore to never let it. He’d love to give her a ride. Over and over. But he’d never have a shot with a woman like Ruby. Not with his jacked-up face. She was friends with his sister, had worked with Jules for years. He’d only ever met her a year ago for the first time though. Since then she’d consumed his fantasies. Which was just plain stupid. “Sure,” he said instead, surprising himself.
She gave him a sweet smile, but there was a glimmer of…something in her eyes. Something he couldn’t get a handle on because it looked a lot like sexual attraction. He’d seen her shoot down pretty much every guy who hit on her, including his younger brother. Jules always joked that Ruby made grown men cry. And Montez believed it.
Ruby looked like Marilyn Monroe. Blonde, curvy and walking sex. And damn she had a mouth on her. He loved the smart-ass stuff she was always saying to people. Tonight she had on one of those pinup-style dresses his sister sold at the shop Ruby ran with her. She looked like one of those women painted on World War II bomber planes. He wanted to peel the black and white thing off her, to slowly reveal every inch of her luscious body before he kissed all of her smooth skin. But that was a stupid, stupid thing to wish for.
They weren’t even in the same league, and not just because he was fucked-up looking. Though that was a big part of it.
After everyone said goodbye to each other and his younger brother gave him a not-so-subtle thumbs up about taking Ruby home, they headed out. He wasn’t sure what the hell Sandro thought would happen, but this was just a ride, plain and simple.
“Are you working tomorrow?” Ruby asked as he steered out of the parking lot. She crossed her legs so that she was turned toward him.
He got hard at just that flash of leg. Who was he kidding? He’d been hard practically all damn night watching her. Because simply watching her was addicting. The thought of actually touching her…nope, not going there.
“Yeah. Saturday nights are always busy.”