the hell this was happening. Then
again, it was two bikers causing all the trouble. One thing I learned was that
they didn ’ t need a
reason to want to fight. Whether they won or lost the fight, it was just about
actually fighting.
I started to slink back,
considering bolting.
Trent then took out his gun and
pointed it at whoever he wanted. That finally calmed the scene down. Duke got
in one last punch and took one more guy down. He then took his gun out.
“ What
the fuck is happening? ” Trent yelled.
“ Prick
was ripping me off, ” Duke said. “ And
someone …”
“ Get
the fuck out of here! ” someone bellowed.
Now there were more men in the
room. Two guys with what looked like machine guns, running right at Trent and
Duke. Before anyone could speak again, they pulled the triggers.
Bullets were flying right at
Trent.
**
I opened the door and Trent looked
right at me. He grabbed Duke and they made a line right at me. They barreled
through the door and I hurried to shut it. I grabbed a table and slid it to
block the door. Yeah, it would give us all of two extra seconds, but it was
something.
“ Come
on, darling, ” Trent
said. “ We have to
run. ”
“ What
the fuck is this? ” Duke growled.
“ This
is insurance, ” Trent
said and grabbed my arm.
Next thing I knew I was running
with the two outlaws toward the backdoor of the building. As soon as we broke
into daylight, Duke picked up his speed, running to the right. Trent took me to
the left.
“ You
have anything to change into? ” he asked me.
“ A
bag in my car. I always keep one. ”
“ We ’ re going there and then
bolting across the road to my ride. Got it? ”
I nodded.
I was officially on the run with a
biker. A biker that was an enemy to the bikers who had taken me in. I was a
traitor. I was going to be tossed around like a pawn in a deadly game.
Yet the entire time I thought about
it, I didn ’ t try to
escape from Trent ’ s
hold.
We ran to my car and I realized I
didn ’ t have my keys.
Trent swung me out of the way. He
hit his elbow to the driver ’ s
window and smashed it with ease. I reached into the car and popped the trunk.
He grabbed the bag, grabbed my hand, and we were on the run again.
When we got to the road I heard
voices yelling behind us. I made the mistake of looking back and saw the two
men coming after us. Machine guns in their hands, trying to shoot at us. I
tripped over my own two feet, looking like the foolish woman in a horror movie
who trips at the wrong time. My knee smashed the ground and pain shot up my
leg. Trent kept going, dragging me, ordering me to my feet.
I hurried to kick up and felt a
sharp pain in my knee. There was the rumble of a motorcycle and a second later,
Duke came from around the building, putting himself as a shield for me and
Trent.
The guy I was supposed to kill
is using himself to save me …
“ Move,
darling! ” Trent
growled.
I fought through the pain and we
crossed the road. Right up over what looked something like a sand dune there
was another motorcycle. It was black, sleek, and matched Trent. It looked fast
and sexy.
He grabbed a helmet and tossed it
to me.
He started the motorcycle.
I took my bag from him and tossed
it over my back and then climbed onto the ride. My hands clutched at his
leather and we bolted to the road and took off, Duke at our side. I tried my
best not to look forward because of how fast we were going. If Trent dropped
the motorcycle I would easily lose a leg and an arm. I caught myself sliding my
hands more and more around his body. There wasn ’ t
a piece of extra skin to hold onto. Everything I touched on Trent was muscle.
My cheek touched the stitching on
the back of his leather cut. It was like the reaper skull that grazed his
strong back was giving me a kiss on the cheek. As though it were welcoming me
into a new kind of hell.
Where the bikers were bigger,
stronger, meaner … and sexier.
**
As soon as Trent