Page 77 of One Night with the Biker

This was Roman’s house, Scorpion territory. Maybe, itwasa setup. I needed to get the fuck away from this place before they shot me the fuck down.

“Help me!”

I straightened at the sound of Ainsley’s scream. She jetted out of the house. A motherfucker hot on her heels grabbed her bythe hair and yanked her back. I took cover behind the bumper of the car in front of my bike.

Grabbing my guns, I peeped around the cage and pointed it at her attacker. He grabbed her forearms and lifted her off her feet, shielding his body with hers as if he sensed my presence. Two other motherfuckers rushed out, guns pointed at Ainsley. The motherfucker imprisoning her, cut off another scream with a hand over her mouth, and dragged her back into the house. After his friends followed him in, he slammed the door shut.

Sonofabitch.

I hurried across the street. Expecting to hear gunfire any minute pushed my heart up to my throat. I stared at the door, wondering if I opened it, would the alarm beep or announce it opened. I couldn’t risk that possibility, so I hauled my ass to the side of the house and hopefully the right window Louisiana boasted about slipping through. A part of me hoped Roman Mac wasn’t that much of a careless jackass and had secured that fucking window immediately. But the bigger part, the frightened-for-his-woman side, prayed he’d left it alone.

Luck was on my side. The window slid open as easily as Louisiana described. I’d ream Roman’s ass another time over this lax in security. Wondering why his lamp light was on, I took it as a blessing that allowed me to see various objects on the floor. Water glasses, picture frames, marbles, jacks and several balls. Weird, but whatever floated that motherfucker’s boat.

I halted long enough to take my guns back in hand. It was impossible to climb through the window holding them.

Carefully stepping through the maze of obstacles, I reached his door without incident and opened it with the utmost care. I peeped out. The overhead light shone directly on a tray with plates and glasses sitting in front of the door.

What the fuck?

Gritting my teeth in annoyance, I stepped over it and took care as I made my way down the short hall. A glance revealed another long hallway with the front door squarely at the midpoint.

Why the fuck was it so quiet? Three motherfuckers and a hysterical woman created a lot of noise, but I could’ve heard a fucking pin drop. Finger on the trigger, I lifted my gun and rushed down the hallway where it opened up at the other end to the den. Immediately, I saw Ainsley’s purse and gun. But not her and not those three fuckheads.

Laughter accompanied by heavy footsteps exploded around me. A brief moment of listening revealed the noise came from behind me. Pressing myself against the wall and appreciating the dimness of the room, I waited for my opportunity to strike because I still didn’t hear Ainsley.

The footsteps drew closer, so I hurried to the other side of the table with Ainsley’s things and tucked myself into a shadowed corner. Not a moment too soon either.

The overhead light flared to life. Before I considered how exposed I was, Ainsley sprawled onto the floor, either because someone shoved her or she tripped.

My guess was the former. Her feet weren’t bound like her hands. Seeing the tape around her mouth explained why I hadn’t heard her.

The three Bloody Scorpions trained the guns at her head. The sight fucked with me. If I pulled the trigger, I needed to be fast enough to fuck up all of them before they shot her. Two was a definite. That third fuckhead might kill her before I got to him. I couldn’t take the risk of spraying them with bullets becauseImight hit her.

“Sit up, Ainsley!” the motherfucker who’d used her as a shield earlier said.

She heaved in a breath, then sniffled. To keep as clear a head as possible, I had to ignore that pitiful sound. The minute they moved their fucking guns away from her head, I intended to shoot.

They watched as she struggled to a sitting position. My attention repeatedly strayed to her. Later, I’d call myself a stupid asshole for allowing her to draw my focus away.

“I don’t know if I want you to die quickly or watch you bleed to death slowly.” He circled her, having absolutely no fucking Spidey senses.Mostmotherfuckers felt the presence of someone else.

“I vote for slow and painful,” one of his companions said. “She’s Reese Sinclair’s slut.”

“We’ll send her tits and her lips to him.”

I couldn’t believe the nausea twisting in my gut. It almost overtook my fury, especially when Ainsley began trembling.

“Roman always thought your pussy was too good for one of us and look how you repay him.”

Their voices were blurring in my head. Their bullshit bored me. I had to take the fucking shots and live with the consequences. I reminded myself Trinity’s death hadn’t been my fault, and my misplaced guilt almost ruined my life. If shit went south and Ainsley ended up dead…then I’d never fucking forgive myself.

The shortest one dragged Ainsley to her feet by her hair, keeping his gun pressed against the back of her head. The second one jammed his gun against her temple. And fuckface mouthpiece shoved his weapon against the tape covering her mouth.

Small motherfucker kissed her neck. I thought I hated Roman but it couldn’t compare to the loathing stirring in me toward this motherfucker. “We might let you live if you’re willing to show your appreciation.”

“Wizard and Kite would take some pussy from you if you fuck good enough. But we have to sample everything.”

“Just don’t let Boom Boom find out. He was going to be a recurring customer.”

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