Page 48 of Rider Daddies
“I have an idea,” I say. “It might not work, but we have to try.”
The girl lights up. “What is it?”
I look over the railing, cautious that the security guards might have superhuman hearing.
“Inside.” I take the girl’s arm and force her into my motel room, sliding the balcony door shut.
Hello, darkness my old friend…
Seriously, some lights in here would be nice.
I flick the light switch repeatedly, putting the electricity failure down to old wires.
“You’ll be there all night doing that,” says the girl, dropping onto the bed. “Lights show that somebody is home.”
I sit back down on the ground at my spawn point, crossing my legs. “Motorcyclists.”
One word, so many possibilities.
The girl looks at me like I’m speaking a different language.
“They could help us. Before here, I was staying at a clubhouse. We don’t need to get into the logistics of how I ended up there, but they might be able to help us.” I bite my lip. “Is there an office?”
“First floor behind the receptionist desk.”
“Okay, great.” I stand up with a spring in my step. “I need to get myself behind that computer and send them a message.”
I halt. The thought of asking them for help has bile sliding closer and closer to my throat. They made it crystal clear that they protect their own no matter what. I still have the vision of Ash and Saint rushing over to Ryder, no regard for my well-being whatsoever.
Istilldon’t know why that boils my blood.
It definitely made me not want to see them again.
But we’re talking life or death here, not just for me—for the rest of the girls here too. Ego aside, the Venom Vultures are the only shot I have at shutting all of this down. They were trying to eliminate Manual six months ago. What’s stopping them from doing it now?
I tap my finger on my chin, running through a list of options on how this is going to work. “I need you to cover for me.
The girl tenses her shoulders. “If this fails?—”
“I know, it could all end tits up, but I’ll make sure you’re safe. All I need you to do is guard the front desk.”
“What are the chances of this working?”
Good question.
To be honest, seeing as the brothers didn’t even bat an eyelid in my direction until it was too late—it’s not likely. Ash fired a couple of bullets, but they were all shot from the comfort of his home. None of them rode after me.
They didn’t even attempt to get me back.
So much for wanting to claim me.
Are they seriously going to risk their lives to come and save me? To get a good lay? Let’s be honest—all they want from me is sex. Don’t get me wrong, the feeling is reciprocated…
But men who are trying to keep their name away from law enforcementaren’tgoing to risk it all just to get into my panties.
They know Tristan is a lawyer.
They know he could expose the Venom Vultures name in seconds.
