Page 53 of Rider Daddies
“Lucia—”
“Now, before he wakes back up again.”
I lock us both inside the office and jump onto the computer.
“What are you doing?”
“Sending a message to some people.”
“The motorcyclists?”
“Yes, they might be able to get us out of here.”
At the moment, I’m clutching at straws. The chances of them risking everything to save a girl they don’t even know are slim.
But it’s all we’ve got.
The benefit of being on a sex offender’s computer is that they make sure to keep everything top secret. I activate the VPN and make sure to surf the web using a private browser, deleting cookies as I go so both the law and thebastardosrunning this place don’t detect anything.
“Moonpig? Sending birthday cards isn’t much of an emergency.”
“Oh, but it is.” I scroll and select the first card option I see, hovering over theeditbutton to type out my own personal message.
Before doing that, I bring up a new tab and search compass, retrieving a set of coordinates that I copy and paste into the card’s personal message.
Then, I head to the basket and type in the delivery address at the Venom Vultures clubhouse, something that is actually more of a breeze than I thought it would be, given that the clubhouse is on the map, disguised as an abandoned stronghold from the frontier era.
“Now what?”
I clickpay now, paying with account details that are already saved on the system.
“Now,” I say, staring at thepayment successfulscreen.“We stay low for a few days and hope that our modern-day Prince Charmings will find it in their hearts to come and rescue all of us.”
Allie forces a smile. “I hope you’re right about this.”
I hope so too.
For the sake of our lives, I hope the bikers are human enough to send out a rescue party and save us. Ryder, Ash, and Saint might have pissed me off, but I’m not done with them.
Not yet.
I’m still waiting for my regrettable fuck.
9
RYDER
Grizzly wrapsup the meeting and heads back into his office.
I can’t even look at our prez right now. I’m still choosing to give him the silent treatment. He stopped us from riding after Lucia the other night.
It’s been three days and there still hasn’t been any sight of her.
I get it. Grizzly doesn’t have the best opinion of Lucia since she lied to us about her name. He also said that it wasn’t worth it to risk the club. But he wouldn’t be thinking that in the fucking first place if it wasn’t for Saint opening his big mouth about Tristan being a lawyer.
Thanks to him, Grizzly has even more ammunition to want to forget about Lucia, since she’s tangled up with government officials who have it in their interests to expose us, apparently.
And while I think he has a point, I still wanted to get my cock wet first.
