Page 16 of Dirty Salvation

He had no choice really, he couldn't leave them out here to be picked up by Hades again. He saw already Lawless had the other one on the front of his bike, Jesus Christ, from the size of her she looked no more than twelve years old.

He'd known Hades was a sick fuck, but keeping kids? Even that turned Rider's stomach over.

His jaw set in a tight line, voice thick with hatred.

"Climb on the bike, babe. Hurry up, we can't hang around. You can decide what to do when we get to my club."

She needed no second to think, surprising Rider, she was on the back and clinging to him, her face buried in his shoulder-blades. He felt small breasts poking his spine, hands rounding his waist in a death grip, engines roared to life and took off down the street..he was the last to leave.

He'd let the warmth of the chick startle him for a moment, almost like a memory had kicked his brain.

The hell. She was probably a goddamn kid as well, and here he was letting a pair of underage tits affect him.

Shaking his head, he snapped on his helmet, followed his men for the forty-minute ride back to Armado Springs.

She clung to him the entire time. Once or twice he laid his palm over her joined fingers, reassuring her she was okay, she was shaking so badly he even increased his speed.

Parking in his bay next to the row of other bikes, he could hear loud music from inside, rowdy voices, and feminine laughs. Good, shit was going down inside, all the better for if and when the cops showed up. "Climb off, babe."

The moment Lawless and his passenger stepped off his bike the kid raced over to his bike chick, who drew her in quickly both clung together. This had not been in his plans, but neither was not finding Hades and finishing that shithead for good.

Hawk appeared at his side, helmet in hand, a look of menace on his face. It was his resting face. "The fuck are we doing with these chicks, Ri?"

Good question. Valid question. Rider didn't fucking know.

All he knew was they were frightened, obviously not at the Raging Rebel's place through choice. He shook his head as an answer.

"Inside. Go get a beer, grab a groupie. Look fuckin' normal in case we get company."

Turning his gaze, he addressed the girls. "Come on, get inside, no one will touch you. You can make calls to your family, people, whoever you want to come and get you."

Feet shuffled as his boys took off inside, he made to follow, reaching the door a prospect held open for them all when he heard from behind, two shorter girls following in his wake almost as if attached to Rider by a rope, or they'd seen safety in him and was sticking close by to it.

"Zara, what are we gonna do now? I don't want to go back."

He was right. The kid was young, but that's not what had Rider's head rearing around like he'd been cold-cocked in the back of his skull.

He hadn't heard that name in more time that he could think.

Too much of a coincidence, but his spine went tight, he practically dragged the chick through the door into the illuminated light of the entranceway so he could see her face finally...

When he did, all oxygen left Rider's blood stream until he was ice cold, he ignored the confused look from his second in command and sergeant at arms who all had stopped too, probably wondering why the fuck Rider was glaring at the taller of the two females, not that she was much taller, both of them didn't even reach his shoulder.

But shit.Shit. Fuck.

Her hair was a mess as though it hadn’t seen a brush in weeks, the color dulled by dirt and grease, her clothes hadn't fared much better and she smelled not too clean, bruises marred her face, old bruises, new fresh ones lay on the top of her dull skin, she had a fat lip, and one of her eyes was blackened, when she reached up to move hair from her cheek, he saw a cut there, and another along the back of her hand, she kept the young kid smashed up against her, giving comfort. With a forceful hand, he let go of the top of her arm and wrenched the bandana down off his face leaving it hanging around his neck.

All of this registered on an automatic level, but none of it sunk in really, not when Rider's brain was exploding the fuck all over his hallway with his men glaring at him, and the chicks’ eyes glued to him, tears brimming over to splash down her cheek.

She was openly weeping when she spoke "R-R-Rider?"

"Motherfucker." It was her. It was fuckingher.

Nothing hadeverstunned Rider as much as staring down at the beaten chick he'd once fucked into a stupor.

The same chick he'd thought about many times, the very same one that all other chicks had had to live up to when they were on his cock, all of them paled ... he'd never had anyone like her since.

"Jesus Christ. Zara! What in thehellwere you doing there?”

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