Page 11 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
Broad shoulders, tan skin like the sun personally kisses him each day, his hair is shaved close at the sides and long enough on the top to pull up into a bun that looks so damn sexy pulled out of his face. Not that I should be noticing, but I’m not blind. Even if I do still plan to kill him, I can appreciate having something pretty to look at while I do it.
His voice, though? All husky and deep, so serious and seductive. I’ve never been spoken to so brashly, and it caught me off guard. It brought down my walls just long enough for him to turn the tables. It’s never happened to me before.
Did I feel some sort of pride for shocking him with how well I ride my bike? Oh hell yes, I did. But I definitely did not expect him to go all lust-crazed Dom on me. He made it clear, point-blank, that he wants to fuck me, so I know I can use that to my advantage.
Men always fuck up when they start thinking with their dicks, and I have zero problem exploiting that to save my own life. I’ll be damned if I die at the hands of the same man who took my entire family away from me. I just need to get the upper hand again. Should be easy enough if I let him think he can get inside me.
Muffled voices echo just outside the door, low and tense, the scrape of boots on the wood floors as they shuffle back and forth. There was a time that I might have panicked at the sound of boots outside a locked door, that inherent fear that creeps up, an irrational voice trying to convince me that someone was about to kick it in. That time’s long gone. Fear has its uses, but I’ve long since learned to tuck it down deep, refusing to let it show, even to myself. Instead, I’ve turned that emotion into something sharper, something I can wield to keep me moving forward in the face of anything that stands in my way.
I scan the room again, my eyes landing on the large, open window, the curtains billowing from the breeze just outside of it. We’re two stories up, but if there’s something below it I can land on, going out the window may be a safer bet than fighting my way through a motorcycle clubhouse full of bikers.Unless I can get my hands on Camden’s gun, my playing field may just even out a little more.
Fuck, I wish I had my gun, my knife, my fucking phone. Literally all of my shit is with my bike.
If any of these assholes who live here with Camden expect to find a scared little girl in here, they’re all in for one hell of a surprise. I’m not going down without a fight. Camden just unknowingly brought a predator into his den.
Chapter Five
CAMDEN
Itake my seat at the head of our table inside church; Sin to my right, Malice to my left, and Wrath, Noose, Rolo, and Rogue filling in. All fucking five of them are looking at me like they don’t recognize me, and I’m sure right now, I don’t even recognize myself. Locking up a woman in a bedroom is not something any of us would ever do. Even if this one is extraordinary, fierce, and whose strength rivals that of everyone here.
I take a moment to think, my eyes tracing over the Hell’s Heathens insignia burned into the middle of our custom-built table. A skull with a slanted crown, a dagger slicing straight through the top of the head and coming out the bottom of the chin. The patch that is so sacred to each of us, burned into our very beings.
We’re Hell’s Heathens. Forged in fire, bound by blood, and loyal beyond the grave. We ride not for glory, but for each other. In a world that turned its back on us, we chose brotherhood. We protect our own, stand for what’s right when no one else will,and never leave a Heathen behind. Family isn’t born; it’s earned on the road. Home is the clubhouse; family is the cut. We live and die for each other. The only way out is back through hell’s gates.
I repeat it over and over, the words that are ingrained in my soul, the oath that means more to me than anything that’s left in this world, and I wonder if I’m going to sit in front of my brothers and withhold the truth, or lay it all out for them, as batshit crazy as it is.
My eyes flick up to Rolo, then to Rogue, the only two men who have taken on old ladies, the only two who have given their hearts to queens. I know they’d understand, but how can I lead, how can I protect, with such a heady distraction? Even now, I feel this pull at a molecular level to go back to her, to talk with her, hear her voice, even if she’s using it to tell me to fuck off.
“Who is she?” Rogue’s deep voice breaks through the quiet stillness that’s consumed the room.
“She tailed me, and when I got right outside of town, I was full tilt, pushed my bike harder than I ever have before.”
“And you didn’t lose her?”
“Didn’t know it was a her, I should add. But no, couldn’t shake her. She stayed on me, and hard. Rode her bike better than most of you,” I say, covering my smirk with my tattooed hand, rubbing my fingers over the thick scruff of hair at my jaw. She did ride it better than all of them; hell, she almost rides better than I do. I know they can hear the pride in my voice but won’t call me on it. “I knew I wasn’t gonna shake her, so I needed to face her. Drew my gun, pointed it right at her damn head as she climbed off her bike and removed her helmet.”
“Bet that was a surprise.”
“Definitely realized I’m a sexist asshole, ’cause I was about to put a bullet in a man’s head, and seeing her climb off? I stumbled, but not just out of shock that a woman was riding just as good, if not better, than me. Seeing her felt like my heart was suddenly jump-started.”
The room is eerily quiet, nothing but breathing to be heard, and I don’t dare look up from the detailed skull on the table, my eyes tracing over the intricately placed lines of the dagger striking through the skull. Then it happens—the room roars to life in fucking laughter. Bastards.
“I’m wheezing!” Sin belts out as he slaps the table.
“You’re fuckin’ lying, right? Prez finally got a sense of humor?”
“I can’t explain it. I don’t know who the fuck she is, or why she tried to cuff me. There’s no way she’s a cop. She knew my full legal name, and she planned on taking me with her. But I’m obsessed. No one has ever stood up to me the way she did, without balking for a second. Not an ounce of fucking fear of what I could potentially do to her on the side of the road in the middle of bumfuck America.”
“She’s ballsy, I’ll give her that,” Sin says.
“She’s fucking perfect. Strong, fierce, confident, she’d make a fine queen.”
“A fine queen? Are you the fucking King of England? Who are you and what have you done with our president? Blink twice if Chaos is still in there or if he’s been taken over by aliens,” Wrath says.
“Fuck off, show me some goddamn respect. I don’t know what the hell is happening.”
“Sounds like love at first sight,” Rogue finally speaks up as he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
