Page 25 of Diablo
“Okay, follow me; I’m riding my bike,” I growl, gathering my brows.
“Thor, I don’t have my car; I ran from my home before the wedding. I don’t have my cell, purse, or money,” Athena says, blinking away the tears.
“Fuck! I’m going to have to tear off some of the material on that fucking dress,” I growl, running my fingers through my hair.
“Yes, please do. I tried, but I couldn’t tear it off,” Athena says, grabbing my hand.
“Right,” I growl.
I crouch and grab the material, and I try to tear it, but it won’t tear.
Fuck!
“I need to cut it off,” I huff, pulling out my switchblade from the sheath on my side.
I press the switch, and the blade extends, and I cut off the material at her knees. I’ll be damn if I allow any fucker to see more. This should cover her when she’s behind me.
I’m still pissed and confused, but I want to take care of her.
“Thank you,” Athena whispers, looking at me.
“Athena, in case you didn’t notice, I’m a fucking biker. I’m a Satan Warrior, the VP. My road name is Diablo. So tell me if you still want to go with me because once I take you, I’m not going to fucking let you go,” I huff, crossing my arms, staring at her.
“MC, as in a motorcycle club,” Athena asks wide-eyed, biting her lip.
Fuck me!
I shouldn’t be getting hard at this moment.
“Yes, and that’s the reason that I didn’t try to get your number. I didn’t think you would want me in your life,” I say, raising my brow.
“I don’t know anything about MCs, but I only want you. Please take me with you, and I’ll explain everything,” Athena says, placing her hand on my arm and staring up.
She’s so vulnerable at the moment, scared and lost.
Does she really understand what I am?
“I’m going to take you to my place, a room in the Satan Warrior MC clubhouse. Come on,” I say, taking her hand.
I walk to my bike and pull out the other helmet from my saddle bag.
“Here’s a helmet; let me help you put it on. I’m going to get on my bike and you slide on behind me. Hug me tight and lean with me when I make turns,” I say, closing the strap.
“Okay.”
I get on my bike and help her to slide onto the back. She wraps her arms around me and hugs me tight. It fucking feels good. I’ve never had anyone ride bitch with me. She’s where she belongs.
My fucking cock is hard, and I’m ready to explode.
That night was the real thing, not a fucking moment of excitement with someone new.
The clubhouse is quiet; it’s early for the Brothers to party. I get off my bike and turn to help Athena off. I take off her helmet, gazing into her eyes.
“We’re going to my room, and I want you to tell me everything,” I hum, taking off my helmet and gloves.
“Yes, I’ll tell you everything.”
I take her hand and walk across the driveway to the back door. I open it, walk inside, closing the door. I walk down the hall to my room. I enter the code and walk inside, closing and locking the door.
