ROMANCE: DBL Coverage (Bad Boy Sports Romance)(Alpha Male Football Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Womens Fiction Romance) by Carly White

daughter, Namadi was taken as a hostage before the gun fight that cost five members of the police force, as well as twenty-two bikers from various gangs their lives. While no one is for certain how it all started, one thing is for sure, the leaders promise of peace was not maintained.
    The former leader of the gang, Maxwell Grindle was taken into custody without any problems, but there is no word on his son who is suspected to have the hostage. As a mother, I beg you to please let her go. She doesn’t have anything to do with this. Take me instead.”
    Andre shut off the television in disgust. The last thing he had thought about was how Namadi’s disappearance would have been construed. He hadn’t thought about them thinking she was kidnapped and when he looked over, he could tell that she was just as surprised.
    “Take me instead? Can you believe her?”
    He was confused by her reaction. Her mother was in tears on the television and she looked towards the blank screen in disgust. “Out of everything going on, I bet all she is worried about is another exclusive.”
    What Andre didn’t get was why there was nothing on the Sheriff. Everything that had happened that day had overshadowed the whole point of the demonstration to begin with. The number of people killed rattled off in his head and he couldn’t believe it. Andre had to know if it was any of his guys, but they weren’t releasing names. He didn’t know who was in, who was out or who he could trust at the moment and now he was stuck with a young girl that the country thought he had kidnapped for nefarious reasons surely.
    “You shouldn’t talk about your mother like that.” He thought of his own and took back ever bad thing he said the short time he had with her.
    Namadi noticed the change and didn’t say anything more about it. “Well I am sorry that everyone thinks you took me. This can all be fixed.”
    He nodded, but he still wanted answers. Maxwell had not done this all for no reason. The man was too smart and if he knew his father, he knew that he had somehow thought about this. Andre wasn’t sure that Namadi was to have been involved though and he hoped that there were some people out there, the right ones that would not be distracted by all of the talk of the shooting.
    “It will be, but not tonight.”
    “So what are our plans?”
    He liked to hear it called that. Ours. For someone that didn’t like to have a woman around for more than what they were useful for, Andre found that he liked having Namadi around. She was so open  with her feelings and emotions, it was like reliving everything for the first time. He remembered the look he had given her earlier that day and wondered now if she really was as innocent as he had first thought.
    “I don’t know. I have to take a shower. You are welcome to anything in the fridge or cupboards. I don’t have any clothes your size, but I am sure you can find something to wear if you need to change.”
    Andre left out the part that was on her mind. Where she was supposed to sleep? It had been a long day and the last thing that she wanted to do was stay up even later, but she was unsure. While the place seemed to be stocked well and had the latest technology, far from roughing it, the cabin was rather small. There was only one bed in one of the two rooms.
    But he didn’t see her dilemma, his mind on other things. Andre went into the shower without another word and after a few minutes, she sat down on the bed and laid back. She had told herself that it was just going to be for a few minutes. She just needed to rest her eyes, the darkness helping the pounding in her head.
    When Andre got out of the shower though, he found the woman lying on top of the covers on her side, fast asleep. He had thought of the main things he had wanted to do to her and the kiss between them had made him hope for something more, but his ideas of romanced were dashed when he saw her. She looked worn out, much like he felt as well.