Her One Mistake (Andrews and Chase Book 2) Read online

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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Chandler sat next to Nitro, eyeing the man they called Preacher. He had long, black hair he kept having to push out of his skeptical, amber green eyes. They made him look like he was suspicious of everyone and everything that didn’t have a reference from a reputable biker—as reputable as a biker could be. Chandler felt relieved to have Nitro by her side.

  “Nitro, I know you haven’t been doing as much work with the club because you’re working with Andrews and Chase Investigations now. Normally I wouldn’t ask you to do something like this out of respect for your woman.” He took a moment to eye Chandler and she resisted the urge to squirm in her seat under the man’s intense gaze. “We all know Clubie was in love with you, but I’m tellin’ ya, she was over that. After she hooked up with Crank, she was head over heels for him. He’s been a mess since she’s gone missing and if we don’t find her, he’s going to start fucking up jobs and I’m gonna have to put a bullet in his brain. Hell, you know how hard it is to find good help. I just don’t wanna have to do that.”

  This time Chandler did squirm. The man talked about death like he was talking about the weather. Fuck up a job and you were on his shit list, no doubt. The warmth of Nitro’s hand on her upper leg let her know he was in tune to what she was thinking, as usual. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know this guy scared the shit out of her; just a guy who liked blowing shit up. That was Nitro: always in tune when it came to Chandler.

  Preacher didn’t seem to notice and kept on talking. “Like I said: normally out of respect I wouldn’t ask you and Chandler to get involved but to be honest with you, I don’t know any other private investigators I can trust. Come to think of it, I don’t know many people who walk the straight and narrow like Roman does. I guess that’s where you two come in handy; having a knack for crossing legal lines the way you do.” Preacher had a smile on his face that looked more like a snarl, a sure sign he was impressed with their abilities to shade the black and white of life into an acceptable grey when the case warranted.

  Chandler looked up to see a huge man walk in, sobbing. What the hell do they feed these guys? He had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and chocolate-brown eyes. His face was clear of hair, though he did have a five-o-clock shadow that appeared to be permanent. He was actually a nice-looking guy, in Chandler’s opinion. This came as a shock to her as she always imagined Clubie would end up with a man resembling the troll species; though that was probably because she didn’t like her. The fact the non-troll species of a biker was crying over his lost love put Chandler’s mind at ease. She was safe from Clubie and her psychotic love for Nitro. Thank God the woman’s attention had diverted and she’d moved on to bigger and better things. In the past, Chandler had been concerned the woman was going to shoot her. She had enough to worry about with the regular dealing of criminals and she didn’t need to be dealing with star-struck stalkers; she got enough of that from the cases she and Roman worked.

  Chandler took out a notebook she kept with her and began asking the standard questions that went with any missing person case.

  “Hey!” Preacher pointed a finger at her, “No names.”

  “I have a system,” she answered.

  There was that snarl smile again.

  “My bad.”

  “No problem. Now when was the last time anybody saw Clubie?”

  “Man, we had this party. You missed it, Nitro. Bitches were running through here butt naked, and everybody was high. It was crazy.”

  Chandler looked at Nitro in an effort to see if he missed the mayhem of biker life. He actually looked bored. Ironic, but it put her mind at ease to know that blowing up shit and life with her crazy motley crew was enough to keep him satisfied.

  Preacher continued, “Anyway, that was Friday night. She went running through here like a streak and then she was gone. Poof. She just fuckin’ disappeared. Weird, ain’t it?” Preacher shook his head like he was perplexed.

  Chandler looked over at Crank wh
ose crying had now turned into a full-blown snot fest. Awkward. “And…that was the last time you saw her, Crank?” She was trying to get his mind off of the sobbing he was doing.

  “That was it,” he said with his whole body wracked with sobs. “She looked so beautiful. We had just talked about her getting a tattoo of a crankshaft.”

  “Is that how you got your name?” Not really a relevant question but her curiosity had gotten the best of her.

  “Yeah, on the count of I’m so good at working on bikes and cars. If you ever need any work done, my prices are good. Nitro knows,” he said, nodding in the man’s direction.

  At least she’d succeeded in getting Crank’s mind off of Clubie. She decided to direct her next question towards Preacher in an effort to keep the man’s slobbering at a minimum.

  “So, no ransom calls?” The slobbering commenced.

  “No. I had some boys set up the landline to record calls in case it’s another club or gang trying to get rich quick,” Preacher answered as he shook his head in disgust. “Nobody wants to work nowadays; just lookin’ for a quick buck. Whatever happened to the days of ‘crime pays’? You rob, you loot, and you sell drugs; put in a good day’s work. Know what I’m sayin’? I think it’s the millennials, man; that whole entitled shit attitude has drifted over into crime. It’s a damn shame.”

  Chandler resisted laughing because she could tell Preacher was dead serious about crime being an honest day’s work. “Okay, that’s all for now. I’ll get Roman on the legal aspects of this, and Nitro and I will take care of the rest.”

  Chandler stood up, a visual of saying the meeting was over. Nitro shook hands with Preacher and said goodbye to Crank; no way he was going to touch that snotty hand.

  Chandler tossed the keys over her shoulder without looking, knowing Nitro would catch them with one hand.

  “Nice ride you’ve got, Nitro,” Preacher said, admiring the Hummer.

  “It’s my ol’ lady’s.”

  “It’s his, too. I put his name on the title.”

  “Cool,” was all Preacher said.

  They loaded a barking Suit in the back, bidding farewell to Preacher.

  “Cool dog, too,” Preacher said, reaching in the window and scratching his head.

  “She’ll never put anybody’s name on that dog’s papers,” Nitro laughed.

  Preacher just laughed at that one.

  Chandler waited until Chain let them through the gate to talk.

  “Well, that was awkward.”

  Nitro laughed, “So you wouldn’t want me going all snotty if you were kidnapped?”

  “I think I’d rather you blow something up or kill something. I mean it’s just so weird seeing a guy that big cry like a baby. It was odd; like squirming-in-your-seat-awkward odd.”

  “Oh, I can assure you somebody would be crying if you came up missing and it damn sure wouldn’t be me. The streets would run red until I found you and God forbid if I didn’t find you alive.”

  The ominous look on his face gave her a sense of well-being; him watching out for her. He canted his head looking at her. “You’re a cold bitch.”

  “Better than being a basic bitch.”

  “Hmph, you don’t have the ability to be basic.”

  “Good to know because I have no intention of being normal. I kinda like the way our motley crew is made up of unusual people.”

  “I’m counting on it. Life wouldn’t be the same without your brand of crazy, babe.”

  “Ditto. So, do you miss all the wild parties at the clubhouse? Be honest because I’ll know if you’re lying.”

  “If that were the case you wouldn’t be asking me that but I’ll go more into it for you. I had come to the point that club life wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed you. I don’t miss it at all. I’m not the kind of man who is going to bend to a woman’s will. I moved in with you because I wanted to. If you think back, you’ll remember it was my idea. I wanted to get my claws very deeply into you.”

  “It wasn’t an idea. You just said you were doing it.”

  “And I stand by my decision. I’m not going anywhere and you’d be wise to not suggest it. I’d hate to have to go into kidnap mode, but I will if you ever try to get rid of me.”

  “I have no intention of getting rid of you,” she rolled her eyes.

  “Then you’re safe. You belong to me and I’ll do whatever is necessary to ensure it stays that way. I’m not moving. I don’t want to move, and I’m happy.”

  “Okay. I want you to be with me because you want to.”

  “I don’t know how to love without obsession. It’s a dangerous kind of love, babe. I hope you realize that. I’m all in.”

  Obsession…it was Nitro’s way. There could be no love without obsession. Chandler knew he’d been obsessed with her for years. She also knew he had psychotic sociopathic tendencies and she was the only person he was capable of loving. In some fucked up way, it was an honor to be his one and only.

  Chapter One

  Roman stood in the offices, barking out orders and very much on the brink of being irritated. “I said top of the line when it comes to these offices. That goes for all three of them. I want Chandler, Nitro, and Judy to enjoy coming to work.”

  “That’s right,” Big Booty Judy yelled out from where she was seated at her desk. “I’ve been through too much with these people to not be spoiled. I deserve to be spoiled. It’s a Big Booty Judy rule—rule number one. I’m gonna make me a whole list of Big Booty Judy rules and post it right up here on the wall so everybody can see it. It’s gonna say shit like ‘This place would fall apart without me’, because it would.”

  Roman sauntered over, sat a gourmet coffee down and kissed Judy’s cheek. “You’re right. The place would be in shambles without you.”

  “You save all that kinky shit for Chandler. I only got one man and his name is Billy the Kid, and by the way, does that mean I’m getting a raise? Cause that’s one of the new rules. I kinda like this shit of making up rules as I go.”

  “That’s right, baby, I’m your one man. If he won’t give you a raise I will,” Billy laughed.

  Roman smiled, his halfcocked grin warming her heart, “I couldn’t handle you, Judy. You’re just too much woman for me. If giving you a raise means you’ll stay in my life, I’ll just have to up your pay. Chandler would kill me if I did anything to upset you.”

  “I know that’s right; very few men can handle me. Where the hell is that wayward twosome of yours, Roman?”

  “Off doing something illegal, I’m sure,” Roman said it as if it were common knowledge. It was.

  “Speak of the devil,” Billy said, looking over his shoulder when Suit scratched on the door to be let in.

  “Look at those two! Sitting out front slobbering all over each other while the dog can’t get in.”

  Judy got up and opened the door, “Get a damn room. Some of us work for a living.”

  “We have been working,” Chandler answered.

  “On what? Making that baby your crazy ass aunt is convinced you two are having.”

  “We’ll get to that later,” Nitro grabbed Chandler’s hand and led her in the office. Roman wasted no time putting a full lip lock on Chandler as Nitro sauntered over to his desk. The office was almost finished with the last details of staging. Roman wondered if the workmen were hanging out a little longer than necessary to watch the threesome. He’d noticed even strait-laced people were often curious.

  The front office where Judy would monitor who came in and out was done in black and white. A chrome desk with a light grey design up the side held her state of the art computer and cell phone. A plush white leather chair that fit her body like a glove sat behind the desk, and a big screen sixty-inch television graced the wall so Judy could watch her favorite Latin Telenovelas. Two matching white leather seats sat on the other side of her desk. The other offices built deeper in the building were decorated in the same black, white, and grey modern motif; a splash of red here and there pulled th
e ensemble together. Roman was as gifted with interior decorating as he was with his wardrobe. It had all been well thought out by the meticulous Roman. Even the business cards carried the same flow. He had gone so far as to build a master bedroom suite upstairs, complete with all the comforts of home. Suit had his own area set up in Roman and Chandler’s office, too. Everyone was happy with the new renovation but more than ready to be rid of the workmen and the noise that seemed to follow behind Roman. They had all agreed with Aunt Thelma’s home being country, and Nitro and Chandler living there meant a modern design on the offices would be a nice change. That way they would have the best of both worlds.

  “Are they going to be finished today?”

  Roman could feel the breath of Chandler’s whisper against his skin and his cock jumped. “If they are, do I get to fuck your brains out while I watch you suck Nitro’s cock?”

  “Honey, you get these people finished today and you can have whatever you want.”

  “Then hell yeah they’ll be finished.”

  “Sounds damn good to me,” Nitro interjected, easing up behind Chandler and purposely brushing up against her.

  “How the hell did you hear that?” Chandler asked in disbelief.

  He leaned in whispering, “I have super powers when it comes to you. You’d do well to remember that.” A chill ran up Chandler’s backbone. Nitro never ceased to amaze her or scare the shit out of her.

  Roman smirked, “That’s exactly why I like this guy. He’s the only one who can keep you on your toes.”

  “Thanks for your support, Roman.”

  “My pleasure. Now let’s get down to business. You all got a new case. What is it? And can they pay?” Roman raised a sardonic brow, he was all about business and nothing was going to change that.

  “I don’t take cases where people can’t pay. You already know that, Roman.” Nitro’s look was challenging.

  “I’m looking out for my crew and that’s never going to change,” Roman countered.

  “Okay boys, enough with the cock measuring.” Chandler was used to being with two alphas by now.

  Roman sat down with his legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles. His fingers were interlocked behind his head, and he was looking at Chandler like he was going to eat her alive. This sent a warm, moist feeling down below. The man was beyond sexy. She was looking forward to being eaten alive by the two men later.