Running the card along her lips, Zoe stared up at the ceiling. She should be studying while her roommate was out, but she couldn’t do it. Staring at the name on the card, she frowned. It wasn’t even Raoul’s card or for his club, yet he’d given it to her to practice firing the gun.
The lessons were all booked, so she only needed to attend. The gun he’d given her was in the top drawer beside her bed. Every night she brought it out, simply staring at it.
This lack of focus was really starting to affect her studies. Her professors were already pulling her up about her lack of attention in class.
Blowing out a breath, she sat up on the sofa as she heard the key in the door. She had a new roommate, Stacey, who’d been with her since the other one left.
The guy with her was one of the bad boys Zoe steered clear of. She quickly grabbed a pillow, placing it in front of her as they both came in, kissing.
“I had a lot of fun tonight,” Stacey said.
“The fun is only just beginning,” he said, running a hand down her body.
Zoe couldn’t contain her disgusted groan. “I’ll just leave and pretend I didn’t throw up in my mouth.”
She got to her feet, no longer caring she was in her nightclothes.
“Shit, Zoe, I didn’t know you were still up.”
“I’m pleased you took the time to check.” Folding her arms over her breasts, she looked at her roommate. “Goodnight.”
“Wait, shit, Zoe, this is Landon. Landon, this is my lovely roommate, Zoe.” Stacey made the introductions.
“Great to meet you, Landon.” If he was listening closely he’d get the hint that it wasn’t so great.
“We’re in the same pysch class,” he said, making Zoe frown.
“We are?” She’d not noticed him before.
“Wow, a guy could really take offence.” He chuckled.
“I’m sure Stacey will keep you well and truly happy.” For the next hour at least.
She dropped the card, bending down to pick it up.
“For crying out loud, Zoe, call him. What’s the worst that can happen?” Stacey asked.
“Who is this guy?” Landon asked, drawing the attention back to him.
“It’s no one. I’m sorry I interrupted whatever it was you were going to do.” Tucking some hair behind her ear, she walked away, listening to Stacey mutter about her obsession.
Closing the door firmly behind her back, she stared down at the card. What harm would it do to find out where he was? She remembered the leather jacket he wore as clear as the name emblazoned on the back. Biting her lip, she fought with what was right to do and what she should do. She shouldn’t go looking for trouble, and that’s exactly what a biker like Raoul would be.
Get a grip already. He probably doesn’t even remember you.
He had loads of women to satisfy every single one of his needs, good or bad. Sitting on the bed, she stared down at the card.
If you don’t get this obsession out of your head, you’re going to flunk class, and wish you’d seen what all the fuss was about.
Raoul probably wasn’t even that good looking and she’d only thought he was because he’d saved her from being gang raped.
Deciding to stop listening to her head, she grabbed her tablet from the drawer beside the gun.
“I can do this. I can look this guy up online.”
She didn’t have a clue where he lived, but she remembered the name on the jacket. A motorcycle club like that had to have been in the news.
Rubbing her hands together, she typed in the name of the MC club “Trojans”. There were a lot of pages of searches. When she noticed the page with the leather jacket, she pulled up the page. Scrolling through the information she found exactly what she was looking for. The address that happened to be in Vale Valley, the town closest to the city, and one she’d stopped through to eat at the diner. They had the best burgers in the state. She grabbed a piece of paper, scrawling down the address.
When she finished, she closed the tablet so she wasn’t tempted to search for more. Staring at the address, she shook her head. “No, I shouldn’t go and see him.”
Putting the address down, she couldn’t bring herself to throw the piece of paper in the trash.
“Damn, I’ve got to do it. I’ve got to go and thank him and get this crazy thought out of my head.” She slapped her head, hating herself at the same time.
Turning the light out, she stared up at the ceiling wishing with all of her might that she could go back to the way things were before she even met him. She wouldn’t have to think about the men who’d lured her outside or the attack afterward. They’d not actually raped her, but it still terrified her.