Page 5 of Lore
Hunter takes a deep breath, turning back around, his face an expressionless mask. He lowers his voice, then looks through the window as a black truck pulls up. “We’re going to talk, but right now, we’re all going to get out of here.”
“We’re not going anywhere without my little sister!” Rider announces, turning around and going to get Dove.
“Sister?” Hunter asks, his brow furrowing. He steps closer to me and lowers his voice so only I can hear, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Just how many fucking kids have you had?”
My eyes narrow. I’m about to tell him to get fucked when Rider returns with his and Dove’s suitcases. She’s walking up behind him, her pink dress, which she was adamant on wearing, swaying around her sandal-clad feet.
Hunter stares at her, that unreadable expression still on his face.
He gives nothing away.
“Lore?” a man calls out from behind him—blond, shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, tight white T-shirt, jeans that were made for him, and worn leather boots.
Great, someone else to see me at my worst.
And then another man gets out of the truck. “Holy shit. There are two of them.”
Hunter’s head snaps around, narrowed eyes back on me faster than I can take my next breath. “Eyes here, Atiana.
You called me, and now we’re going to handle this the way that I choose. You get me?”
No, I don’t think I do.
My head dips down to Rider. He knows why I called him over anyone else. “And did I make a mistake calling you?”
“Lore, what do you need?” one of the twins asks, giving me a quick once-over, his gaze lingering on my cut lip. “And who do we have to kill?”
“We’re getting them out of here,” Hunter growls, opening the door wide and nodding to the truck. “Get in, now.”
We quickly get our bags in the boot, and then I grab Dove’s car seat. With her in my arms, we climb into the back seat.
Hunter says something to one of the twins, who gets on Hunter’s bike while he gets into the driver’s seat of the truck instead. The other twin slides into the passenger side.
“Never thought I’d see the day you let another man ride your bike,” the man teases, then turns around to us, and Hunter starts the engine. “Hello, I’m Bones. Nice to meet you all.”
“Atiana,” I say, forcing a smile. “Thank you for coming to get us. I didn’t know where to go, and my car…” I trail off, not wanting to admit that he took it from me, so I couldn’t leave the house to go anywhere. Clearing my throat, I turn to my kids. “The little princess is Dove.”
He smiles at her and waves. “Hello.”
Dove simply watches him.
“And this is my son, Rider.”
“Hey, little man.” He grins, his eyes widening when he looks into Rider’s eyes. Yeah, it’s obvious. “Oh shit.”
Hunter makes a sound of agreement deep in his throat, which makes my stomach twist. I knew he didn’t want kids. Trust me, he was very vocal about that, but I still struggled with the decision that I made. And right now, it’s all catching up with me.
“Oh shit, what?” Rider fires back, frowning. “Does everyone get to swear if they ride a motorbike?”
I hide my smirk at my six-year-old questioning them.
“Yes, when you ride a motorcycle, you get to swear,” Hunter points out.
“I’m getting one,” Rider proudly announces. “How old do I have to be? Sixteen? A lot of things happen when you turn sixteen.”
“Lore…” Bones laughs under his breath. “This is going to be interesting.”
Lore?
