Page 10 of Her Mysterious Biker
Stevie
“Ihope you don’tmind that we came to The Black Crown for our date tonight. I need to talk to Prez, and it’s expected for the guys to hang out here with their old ladies from time to time. Besides, you’ll be safe here while I meet with Prez in the back room.”
“Sure,” I say, looking around the biker bar. It’s not much to look at with its weathered, blackened wooden bar and flickering neon beer signs. “I’ll be fine.” I pat his arm. “I’ll sit over there in the corner booth and wait for you.”
He hesitates for a second before nodding, “I won’t be long. But if you need anything, tell Jet or Tank to pull me out of my meeting.”
Orion introduced me to Jet and Tank yesterday at the grocery store, explaining that they have our backs and are watching out for trouble.
“I will.” I turn to walk toward the booth in the corner, but before I can take a step, Orion spins me around and pulls me close, crushing me to his chest as his lips claim mine in a possessive kiss.
“Mine.” He growls, breaking the kiss and running his hands over the tight, short black dress I wore just for him tonight. I’m glad he drove his truck tonight — this dress was not made to straddle a motorcycle.
All I can do is nod at his display of ownership until I realize it’s just for show, like everything else in our fake relationship. I watch him walk away before weaving through the crowd to my destination. But halfway to the booth, two gorgeous women, one blonde and one redhead, wearing nearly nothing in their short shorts, bikini tops, and black leather motorcycle boots, stop me.
The blonde grabs my arm, her long fingernails digging into my skin. “We know Torch is only fake-dating you.”
“He’s ours," the red-haired woman snarls as she grips my other arm. “We’ve been after him for a long time, and we’re not going to let some fat girl stand in our way.”
I blink back the tears, both from the pain of their sharp fingernails digging into my skin and because they’re right. Why would someone as attractive as Orion want a fat, freak like me?
“Oh, look, Ruby. Miss Piggy is going to cry.” The blonde laughs. “Bruise and Stitch are going to love taking turns with her.”
“Yeah, better her than us.” A look of disgust crosses Ruby’s heavily made-up face. “Just make sure my aunt Red doesn’t see us.” The tip of something hard presses against my side, “Don’t say a word, or I’ll gut you like the pig you are.” Ruby jerks on my arm. “Come on, Sable. Let’s get her out of here. I texted Bruise and Stitch—they’re waiting for her outside.”
“How’d they make it past all the Savage Kings?” Sable’s voice quivers slightly.
“I told you, I have my ways. Besides, my aunt might run this bar, but she isn’t the only one who knows all the secrets of this place." Ruby’s grip tightens on my arm. “Now smile while we walk out of here. If anyone asks, you tell them you need some fresh air with your new friends.”
But the bar is so packed that no one notices me being led out by Ruby and Sable. It’s useless to put up a fight. I don’t even know these people. And if Ruby is related to the manager of the bar, I’m pretty much screwed.
The only person who can save me now is me. I just need to wait for the chance to escape.
Ruby and Sable push me to the side of the bar to an open storm cellar where two of the greasiest guys I’ve ever seen are standing by the cellar door. I recognize the dirty blond from the grocery store. They must be Bruise and Stitch.
“Well, hello.” The guy from the grocery store licks his lips as his eyes wander over my body, making me wish I hadn’t worn such a sexy dress tonight. “I told you she had those big titties, Bruise.”
I gag back the bile that threatens to spew from my mouth. I can’t let these guys touch me, or I’m dead for sure—that is, after they force themselves on me.
Ruby and Sable release me from their evil grip. The knife Ruby once had pressed against my side is now hanging limp in her hand as she talks casually with Sable.
I reach for the knife in Ruby’s hand, surprising her. Blindly thrusting it at her leg until I hit bone, then I twist the blade deeper into her thigh like I saw in a movie once. Her shrill cry of pain fills the night air as I let go of the knife and shift my body, pushing both her and Sable backward into Bruise and Stitch, knocking them all down.
Kicking off my high heels, I take off running through the night as fast as I can. I’m not sure how long I run, it could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, hell, it might even have been an hour, but I don’t stop running until I can’t run anymore—my feet burning in pain from running without shoes.
An old barn to my right catches my eye. I decide to stop for a few minutes to take cover and catch my breath. I push open the old barn door, and it makes a loud creaking sound. My body begins to shiver as I walk farther into the barn, but I can’t tell if I’m cold or in shock. I spot an old horse blanket hanging on a hook on the wall. Taking it down, I wrap it around my body and sit down in a leftover pile of hay.
Exhaustion takes over, causing me to lie back onto the hay as my eyes flutter closed. Only for a few minutes, I tell myself, before I slip into the darkness.
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Orion
“Where the hell isStevie?” I grab Tank by the shirt, my eyes still searching the bar for her with no luck.
My meeting with Rock didn’t take as long as I expected. He thinks we have enough evidence on Mugshot and his misfitmembers of the Sons of Decimation to at least scare them for a while, if not make them back down. Prez said our tech guy, Chip, needs a few more days to gather all the necessary information.
“I don’t know. Last I saw, she was talking to a couple of the sweetbutts.”
