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on hyper speed. This thing with Jack was the most thrilling and wonderful experience she’d ever had, but somewhere in the back of her mind there was a niggling sense of fear. He was dealing drugs and anything could happen. He could get arrested, he could be shot or stabbed by a drug addict or another dealer, he could get in an explosion or a high speed chase. She did have a powerful imagination, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t right when it came to being watched. Like her mother always said ‘Even a broken clock is right twice a day.’
     
    The bubbles grew higher and higher as she stared at them like they had the answers to the reasons she was so wary and paranoid. Turning off the water, she stepped into its warmth and tried to soak out the chill that was settling in her bones. That was it. She wasn’t watching Mystery TV; she knew what she knew, but those creepy shows weren’t helping. She sank deeper into the bubbles and tried to think good thoughts, but that just made her horny because good thoughts somehow always ended up with her thinking of Jack.
     
    Cleaned, dried, lotioned, and settled into Jack’s California King bed, she’d have thought sleep would come quickly because of the increased activity that had come into her life… mainly sex, but it hadn’t. Lying in the dark, she tried to rationalize the times she thought she’d been watched into other reasons she could feel that way, but it wasn’t working. There was someone that had been following them, and the next time she felt it she would let Jack know.
     
     
     
     

 
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    “What have you been up to, Stormy?” Benny ‘The Kahuna’ Daniels was the president of The Devil’s Hornets and rarely came out to where the drug elements met their biker club, so Jack knew that something was up. He was two stops into his night, and Jack wondered if he was getting too predictable if his boss could find him so easily.
     
    “Just business as usual.” Jack didn’t know what this talk was about, but he could bet it wasn’t great.
     
    “Hmmm.” Benny was a small man but full of power which is why he took the name Kahuna. The word meant expert or specialist, but Jack was with him when Benny Brown saw a poster with The Big Kahuna on it and took on the name for himself  —  little man’s syndrome at its finest — but he also had a big heart. Not that Jack would mention that because Benny would deny it and then try to kill him.
     
    “I have lots of shit to do tonight, so if you have something to say how about you just come right out and say it?” Jack knew he was a hard ass, and if he would have shown any softness toward Benny it would have been noticed, but his attitude wasn’t feigned. It would make him mad beyond belief if Natalie’s name came out of Benny’s mouth. Jack had worked hard to make sure no one knew about them. It was hard for him to give permission to his best friend, or best he would let him be. The man barely talked and could keep a secret like a steel lined safe. Not that he told him anything besides where to pick Natalie up, where to drop her off, and what time to be there.
     
    The look on Benny’s face was shocked for a minute before the expression was gone and anger covered it.
     
    “There’s been a lot of talk about you lately.” The small man looked at Jack like he was going to defend himself but since he’d not given him anything or confirm or deny he’d just wait until the man got to the point where actual dialog was needed. “You used to be in the streets all night getting product out and cracking heads, but the word on the street is you’ve got something else occupying your mind.”
     
    “Is that you asking me something?” Jack didn’t want to talk about Natalie. For one, this wasn’t about her, and for two he’d already convinced Benny that nothing was going on with him and the pretty flower store owner. The price she was paying for being under the protection of the club was an