Page 54 of Biker's Babygirl

The sharpness of her words and the unexpectedness of her threat makes me obey without a second thought. My heart is hammering so hard, I’m sure it’ll break out of my chest any second and I’ll fall off like the dead weight I am, anyway.

At least then they’ll stop chasing her,I think numbly. Fear and guilt twist in my gut as the engine sounds louder behind us—closer.

“Hang on!” Ellie screams.

Before I even have a chance to ask, she maneuvers her motorcycle off the road. And then we’re hurtling through a line of trees on each side. I’m hugging her so hard it’s in the back ofmy mind that I might be leaving bruises, but it’s either that, or risk flying off the back.

I know there’s no way that the car can be following us off road like this—there’s not enough room for the bike to get through without us getting whipped by tree branches as we speed past. But I turn my head and look anyway. And that’s when I see him—out of the car, arms loose at his sides like he’s in an Old Western movie and about to be in a shoot-out.

Lucas.

My whole body seizes up. I turn away, but I can still feel his eyes on me. I can practically feel his breath on my ear, hear him whispering,I told you. If you ever leave, I’ll never stop coming. You belong to me, and don’t you dare forget it.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Duke

“What the fuck?”

I’m unloading my medical supplies from my bike car when I hear my brother. I turn my head and see Ellie speeding toward us, full force. I can see from first glance that something’s not right. For one thing, she’s hunched over as she rides, and Ginny is on the back, looking like any minute she’ll topple off.

Instinct clenches my gut and pushes me forward. I drop the bag and move toward them. Out of the corner I can Shep doing the same. As soon as Ellie stops the bike, I see her hands are shaking.

“What is it? What happened?” Shep barks at them.

I cut him a sharp look and reach for Ginny. She all but falls into my arms. “Hey, it’s okay,” I murmur, one hand rubbing her back as I use the other to help her get her helmet off. I’m not sure if I’m telling the truth or not, but Daddy intuition has me saying it anyway.

When I get her helmet off and see her face, my heart squeezes even as I set my jaw in determination. Someone—and I have a feeling I know who—has hurt my little girl.

Ellie yanks her own helmet off and throws spikes it to the ground like a football before giving a muffled scream of frustration. Her antics capture all of our attention and it’s impossible to miss the fire in her eyes. “Asshole!” she shouts at the clouds.

Shep and I exchange looks. I’ve seen Ellie pissed before, but she’s like a fire-breathing dragon right now and I’m not sure exactly what to do. I hate feeling helpless. My arms tighten around Ginny who is limp in my arms.

I see my brother open his mouth, but then he closes it again. Apparently he, like me, isn’t quite sure what to say.

“Fucking. Piece. Of. Shit!” Ellie howls at an unanswering sky.

Then I see Elvis striding toward us. He’s moving with purposeful, assured strides and he’s coming straight for Ellie. Without a word, he pulls her into his arms.

“No!” she snaps, pushing him away.

But he doesn’t listen. His arms come around her once more.

“Stop it!” she shouts. “Don’t! Touch! Me! Don’t!” Each word is punctuated with a balled fist slamming into his chest.

Elvis stands there, stoic as he bears the brunt of her rage.

“Ellie—”

With a look, Elvis tells my brother to shut the hell up. And he does.

He doesn’t ask questions; he doesn’t assure her everything will be okay. He’s justthere, doing the only thing that he can. The blows are still raining down, but she’s slowed down now, and her breathing is coming fast and ragged.

I scoop Ginny into my arms and head for the house. Whatever’s happening between Elvis and Ellie seems too vulnerable and private for me to sit there and watch. Besides, I’d rather take care of my Little Girl. Ellie will be okay. I know it with sudden certainty.

Her and Elvis… well, I didn’t quite see that coming.

Ginny

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