Taming Blaze by Sabrina Paige Page B

over at a tiny gas station to pee, not the same kind of place where we had eaten in the diner.  This building looked like part of a gho st town, the shell of a place left from its heyday in the fifties.
    “Is this even open?” I asked.  “It looks abandoned.”
    “It’s just old.”  Blaze stood outside the restroom while I used the ancient facilities, waiting for me, silent.  Guarding me, or holding me prisoner .  Two sides of the same coin.
    "So are you going to tell me where we’re going now?" I asked, wiping my hands on my jeans as we walked back to the bike.
    "I told you.  We’re going to a safe house.  You can read the road signs.  I’m not keeping the location from you or anything."
    "Whose safe house?"
    Blaze sighed.  "Let's just go."
    The safe house was up near Big Bear, tucked away from all the little camps and nice vacation homes, down a long undeveloped road.  I hadn't seen another house, or a store, in at least twenty minutes.  My heart sank.  When they said safe house, I thought they meant some nondescript place in the suburbs, somewhere not connected to my father.  Somewhere connected to civilization at least.  Not this.  This was in the middle of nowhere.  It didn't matter whether I knew where we were or what towns we passed through on the way.  There was nothing out here.
    I was completely cut off from everything.  There would be no cell reception, and it wasn't like I could jump on his bike and ride away.  I'd been a passenger on motorcycles, but never driven them myself.  I wondered whether Blaze knew that, if that was the reason for no car.  Shit. Blaze was less and less my hero, the biker who was kind and gentle with me in the hotel.  No, he was becoming more and more like one of my father's hired thugs.  Just another asshole.

I watched her standing in front of the house, taking it all in, and I searched her expression for any sign of disdain.  I was just waiting for a condescending remark, something she would do or say that would make me hate her.  Right now, I wanted to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and take her to the bedroom.  Christ, on the bike when we were riding over here, I couldn’t stop thinking about her and her hands wrapped around me.  When we pulled over at the gas station, it was all I could do to stand with my feet planted in the ground outside the door and just wait, to keep myself from going in there and having my way with her.  That would have been really classy, Blaze, taking her in a dirty gas station bathroom.  That would have been a great way to show her you’re not just some thug.
    I c ould not stop thinking about Dani, not since that night.  I had never before been so distracted by a girl.  And when she walked in the door of Guillermo’s house, the only thing I could think about that I was going to see her again.  But in this scenario?  No matter how much I wanted to throw her on the bed, put my mouth on her pussy, I couldn’t.  Not with Guillermo Arias’ daughter.  He would kill me, and maybe even her.
    If I was reluctant to ge t involved with Guillermo before, strictly from a business perspective, that feeling was a million times stronger now.  He was not some mid-level criminal.  It was hard to get good intel on the guy because he laid low, but what I’d gotten said he was running one of the biggest smuggling operations in the country, if not the continent.  Rumor had it he trafficked in a lot of things, and I suspected that included women and kids.  I just couldn’t get anyone to confirm anything, only that he was ruthless when it came to his enemies.  And I had no interest in being one of his enemies.
    The fact that I’d been unable to get much reliable information about him made me more unsettled.  Whispered rumors weren’t a good sign. This was a guy I wasn't sure about dealing with already, and now I'd gone and bedded his daughter.  If a guy like this found out...I didn’t want to think about what he