Who Do You Love (Rock Royalty Book 7) Read Free

“or A-Man’s going to deck you.”
    “Oh.” Si’s mouth clamped shut, and he jerked back as if Eamon’s fist was right then coming for his face.
    Instead he uncurled his fingers and shook out his hands. “You’re safe, Si.”
    He couldn’t blame the kid. First, the guy was known for running at the mouth, which was why the Unruly Assassins, his father’s motorcycle club, had nicknamed him “Silent Joe” because there was already another Joe, Joe Hardy, whom they called “Mystery” since that was the main character in an old series of kids’ detective books.
    But mostly Eamon couldn’t blame him because Cami’s special appeal had knocked him flat the first time they’d met. He’d needed a part for the vintage bike he was restoring and had been given the phone number of a particular motorcycle salvage yard.
    A brief chat with some chick had confirmed the business had what he was seeking. It hadn’t occurred to him to imagine what that “some chick” might look like before he arrived as arranged—after hours at the trailer-office. He’d been focused on obtaining the elusive part and instead found himself staring at a fairy.
    A tiny, but perfectly proportioned fairy, with hair of a thousand shades—gold, russet, brown, and blonde—and a face to cause the stars to collide. Green eyes the shade of pale jade with long lashes above a mouth made for slow kisses and hard cocks.
    His fall had been immediate, and he hadn’t even bothered to brace himself before the sudden face-plant. From his metaphorical sprawl at her feet, he’d only calculated how long it would take him to get her into bed.
    As it turned out, not long.
    “I’m just saying she’s a looker,” Si muttered now. “Classy.”
    Eamon’s gaze turned sharp at that. “You’ve kept your mouths shut? This is between us, right? Off the books?”
    Bart grunted an affirmation. “A favor.”
    “I’m paying,” Eamon said, reaching for his wallet in order to pass over bills. “Even for tonight when I’m taking over. And you’re not telling dear old dad.”
    “He wouldn’t mind.”
    But he might get the wrong idea. Because Si was right, Cami Colson was class all the way, and a real SoCal music princess to boot. A woman the president of the Unrulies might like to see wearing the ring of his only son.
    But Eamon couldn’t commit to Cami…or any female for that matter.
    Tonight, though, tonight he’d follow her home himself, while keeping far enough away that she’d never guess who owned the distant headlights in her rearview mirror.
    “You two are back on the job Thursday night,” he said. By then he would have talked some fucking sense into himself, or at least gotten his dick under a modicum of control.
    Retreating into the shadows, he watched the truck glide off, wishing it was taking his unsettling premonition with it.
    With it still weighing heavily on him, he moved deeper into the parking lot. He’d had years to hone his covert skills. Tonight, he’d driven a nondescript sedan he used for undercover work which Cami had never seen. Upon arrival at the music club, he’d found an open spot one away from the far corner where she’d parked her snazzy and well-maintained Cabriolet—its top up tonight. Now, as people began exiting the door, he slouched in the back seat, a rear window unrolled a couple of inches. If she operated as usual, she’d be one of the very last to leave the place, and a bartender or the bouncer would accompany her to her vehicle.
    Once she pulled out, he’d vault into the front seat and pull in behind her, letting a few cars get between them as she navigated the ever-present traffic in this part of town. She’d never see him.
    And he’d get another glimpse of her.
    It would have to be enough.
    However, it didn’t go as planned. Instead of male accompaniment, when Cami left the club, she had a female on either side of her—her brothers’ girlfriends. Not that Eamon had ever met the two, or any of the other