“Mornin’,” he says with a smile as he looks up at me. His eyes hint to a lust that could completely devour me.

Before I can reply, a tap on the door interrupts us. It’s Rex letting us know they are ready. We grab our stuff and head to the bikes.

“Rex, tell the boys to hang back, we’re scouting this morning for Roundman.” Tripp says as he’s securing our bags. Turning to me he smiles.

Damn, I wanna go back to our room and have a repeat performance. If I knew sex would relax Tripp like this, I would have fucked him in the first hour we left the compound. It’s hot to see him chill the fuck out.

Realizing that we were followed by more Hellions through this ride gives me more security. I trust Tripp and Rex to protect Sass and I with their lives, but I’ve wondered, through the entire ride, who was looking out for them.

“Doll, we have to go to a business and a house. I wasn’t planning to tell you, but you may recognize someone and help us figure out why you were targeted. Delatorre has some strange connection to you and Amy Mitchell. Her family lives here. If anyone looks familiar or anything jumps out at you, then tap me.” The serious side to Tripp is settling back in his eyes.

“I never met Amy Mitchell before she came in the office with Delatorre. I don’t know any Mitchells. I don’t see how there’s a connection.” Trying to relax him, I gently touch his arm.

“Just look around, be aware though. We don’t know if Delatorre sent more tails to follow us or not.” Tripp tenses at the mere mention of Delatorre.

Unable to resist, I reach my hands up and pull his head down to mine. I kiss him, a quick kiss, but enough to let him know everything’s okay. He smiles back at me.

Setting off for our ride, I can’t keep the satisfied grin off my face. It’s been hell since Delatorre walked into my office the first time, almost a month ago. In the last week, I’ve relied solely on Tripp for everything. Under normal circumstances, there is no way in hell I could feel the way I do about Tripp. Want, desire, and lust, yes, all those things, but I’m feeling something more for him now. There is an undeniable connection that I can’t shake. If I’m honest with myself, I don’t want to shake the feelings I’m starting to have for Talon Crews.

We ride to the last known workplace of Ray and Zack Mitchell. The two cousins work together. They grew up close to each other. Ray was raised by his mom and dad, his mom helping with Zack. Zack was always around because he was raised by his single dad. Zack’s mom, although alive, is not part of his life. The shipping yard is nothing spectacular, but definitely a thriving business. We timed our course to arrive at the usual time they do. I point the cars out as they pull in for Doll to know who to look at. She shakes her head no.