Page 28 of Her Dirty Biker
My breath catches. Just like that, the tension coils back into something hotter. Wilder.
I tilt my face up to his, heart pounding. “Is that right?”
“Yeah.” His voice is a promise. “You’ll feel it. Right here.”
He presses two fingers between my breasts, over my pounding heart.
“Stay safe, little fox.” Then he walks out, the door clicking shut behind him.
The hours crawl by. I do what I can to pass the time, watch TV, pace the small living room, and check the locks. I peer through the curtains every few minutes. There’s nothing, still, unease scrapes at me. Something about the quiet feels wrong.
I’m just about to make a cup of tea when my phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number.
You can’t hide forever, sweetheart.
My heart stutters. I don’t reply. I can’t breathe. Another message appears.
Nice place. Cozy. It would be a shame if something happened to it.
I drop the phone, and I quickly lean down to pick it up. My fingers shake as I dial Diesel’s number. It rings once, then goes to voicemail. Panic surges, and I race to the window, peering out. Nothing in sight, but that doesn’t mean I’m alone.
“Diesel,” I whisper, gripping the phone. “Please. Come back.”
Chapter eleven
Diesel
I should’ve never left her alone. I missed her first call, but the second her name lights up on my screen for a second time, my gut twists. I don’t even wait for the second ring before answering.
“Willow?”
Her voice trembles on the other end. “I got a message. Two of them. From a number I don’t know.”
I’m already standing, already moving. “What did it say?”
She’s quiet for a beat, like she’s trying to steady herself. “That I can’t hide forever. That they know where I am.”
My blood goes cold. “Did you see anyone outside?”
“No, I checked. Nothing. But, Diesel, I swear I felt someone watching me. I don’t know if it was in my head or real, but it—” She cuts off with a shaky exhale.
“It’s real,” I growl. “I’m on my way.”
I hang up, pocket my phone, and stalk across the clubhouse, eyes already scanning for the others. Rock’s in the cornerwith Bear and Trigger, going over some intel on Langford’s warehouse. I don’t bother with pleasantries.
“They found her,” I say.
Rock’s head snaps up. “What the fuck do you mean?”
“She just got two threats. One of them said they knew where she was.”
“Goddamn it.” Rock’s already pulling out his phone. “Take care of her. We’ll deal with the source.”
“I’m not leaving her side again.”
“Take back-up.”
“No time.”
