Page 66 of Mile High With the Bikers
Please, please, please.
She gives me an unexpected shove forwards. I stumble and Diesel catches me, keeping me from face planting on the floor. There's an uncomfortable moment, where Shrapnel keeps his gun fixed on her. His jaw is tight and his eyes steel hard. Oh no, is he?—
“Shrapnel,” Bull says softly.
One more long moment, and then the gun lowers. “You should’ve stuck to legit business.” He drops the chip on the ground and grinds it under his heel. She screams in fury and makes a break for the door, right into Piston. He grabs her wrists and holds her in place, looking a question at the guys. When Bull nods, he loops a zip tie around her wrists and pulls it tight. Her colorful cursing ends when someone finally shoves a bandana into her mouth and slaps some tape over it.
I shake free of Diesel and walk over. She glares at me, venom in her eyes. I slap her, hard. “Consider this my interview.”
Bull’s laughter is contagious, and Diesel comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my chest, squeezing me so tight that I can barely breathe. “You’re vicious. I like it.”
“We get the fuck out now, cuddle later,” Bull declares.
“What do we do with her?” one of the bikers asks.
“Leave her. We got what we want and she should go down for what she’s done,” Shrapnel says. “Rory, you okay to run?”
Diesel puts me down, and I nod. “Yeah, but the laptops, and Dad…”
“Under control. Just go. Diesel and Shrapnel, keep an eye on her. Mad Dog and Piston, go spread the word that we got what we came for. Let's get the fuck outta here.” He picks up Dad and throws him over his shoulder as easily as he does me. I know Bull is strong, but it's when he does things like this that I realize exactly how strong he is. “Come on, go! I'm right behind you.”
As we burst out the front doors, I'm amazed at how many Eagles are here. The last couple are filing out with us, throwingthemselves on their bikes. When they see us, a loud cheer goes up.
“Shrapnel, can you drive?”
He winces as he tests his foot, but nods. “Yeah, I can make it back. Take an SUV? This one still has keys in it.”
“Perfect.” Bull puts Dad in the backseat.
“I'll drive.” I give Shrapnel a nudge towards the passenger seat. “You're injured.”
“But—”
“If I could keep us on the road while you and Mason were trying to kill each other, I can drive this home.”
For one more moment I think he's going to protest, but then he laughs. “Yes, ma'am.”
The ride home is rushed and I've got my heart in my throat the whole time, convinced that an armada of cop cars is going to come out of nowhere to chase us back, but we must've gotten out of there just in time. It's not until I pull into the clubhouse parking lot, surrounded by what has to be just about all of the Screaming Eagles that I dare to believe we’re going to make it.
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RORY
I barely makeit out of the driver's seat before I'm wrapped up in Bull's arms, getting kissed into oblivion while he squeezes me like I'm the last of the toothpaste in the tube. My toes curl as I hang from his arms and our mouths get thoroughly reacquainted.
When we finally break apart, I smile right up into those coal-fiery eyes of his. “You came.”
He growls at me. “Of course we did, and if you ever scare us like that again, I’m locking you up and throwing away the fucking key.”
“Is that a threat? Because it sounds like you want to keep me.”
Bull doesn’t get the chance to answer before Diesel rips me out of his arms to pull me into his. He peppers kisses all over. On my face, on my head, my cheek, over my eye, and then finally right on my lips as his hand wraps around the back of my neck leaving me nowhere to go. Which is fine, because I’m exactly where I want to be. I wrap my legs around him, and if I wasn't soabsolutely worn down by everything I've just gone through, I'd be all for trying that again, but without clothes on.
At least until Shrapnel comes around the car, limping, broken nose, blood streaks on his cheek and neck, but grinning like an idiot. Diesel lowers me gently to the ground so I can throw myself into Shrapnel’s arms. He looks like he’s been through hell, but he’s alive and standing. When he presses me against him, I bury my face in his chest and let the tears come.
“Leon said he took care of you, I was so sure you were lying out there dead and I'd never see you again.”
“I won’t lie, it got pretty fucking close, but never count an Eagle out until you’ve seen proof. We have a funny way of making it through no matter the odds. You might need to give me a minute before I can celebrate the way I want to, though.” He laughs, burying his fingers into my hair so he can grip it and tilt my head back.
