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“I’m just thinking about my mom. She loved coming here when I was a kid. I think she enjoyed it more than I did sometimes. I miss her, is all.”
He cups my cheek. “Anytime you want to come back and remember her, I’ll bring you.”
It’s a promise. One that I appreciate.
“Thank you,” I tell him before slipping my helmet on.
He helps me slip into the chaps he bought me with added skid plates to keep me safe in case of an accident. Each day he adds a new safety item to my wardrobe. Today’s addition was the brand new leather jacket with a metal plate in the back. It’s these little things that make me realize that he cares for me more than I originally thought.
He might even be in love with me. Boy, what a crazy thought that is.
When he is on the bike, I climb on, finding my place behind him. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight. His hand finds that place on my thigh, squeezing before it goes back to the handles as he takes off.
I love the thrill of the ride. Maybe it’s because I grew up with motorcycles as an integral part of my life, but I love them. The freedom I feel on the back of one is something that can never be replaced.
Once we are out of the city, he opens up the throttle, making me giggle. I’m enjoying the ride until I hear the roar of more bikes. I tap his stomach as I look over my shoulder. He looks back and tenses.
This isn’t good.
He slows his pace, not wanting to push it with people on his tail. I appreciate his caution, but all I want him to do is go faster. Get us away from these people.
When one of them darts ahead of us, Bullet has to brake even harder to keep from hitting him. My stomach is sour as I watch these four bikers surround us. I recognize the patch on the back.
Reno Renegades.
They are in our territory, but with us being alone, that doesn’t matter. Finally, one swerves into us, making Bullet have to swerve to miss him. The tire hits a rock as the bike goes down. I brace myself for the pain as Bullet pushes the bike away from us, grabbing my hand as he twists, attempting to pull me into him. As we slide across the asphalt, my head hits the ground hard. It starts to pound as Bullet holds me to him until we come to a stop.
When we do, I look up and find four angry bikers looking down on us.
“Are you okay?” Bullet asks, ignoring the men above us.
“Yeah,” I whisper, knowing that I’m going to have some wounds from tonight.
It’s not his fault, though. No, the blame is fully on the men surrounding us.
Bullet stands, helping me up before he pushes me behind him.
“If you are going to kill me, then do it, but leave the girl. She is nothing,” Bullet growls at the men.
“You don’t need to die today. You can get a message back to your pres though. He is the reason Dansworth is here, so he needs to solve that little issue. Fucker had the FBI raid our clubhouse. I suspect the same thing happened to you. He is coming after the MCs. If he doesn’t do something, we will, and trust me, Reaper won’t be on the good end of that stick.”
“Your pres is the one who befriended him and offered him help. You gave him room to grow, so why should we clean up your mess?” Bullet growls.
“Because if you don’t, then we will be forced to air out all the dirty laundry. Including the one where Dansworth used to be a prospect for the Lotus and the exact reason he is no longer there. He shared a lot of details with us. Ones that will ruin him and all the clubs around, even ours. It’s the nuclear option, but we’ll be damned if we let him get away scot-free.”
Bullet nods once. “I will deliver your message. We are leaving now so I can get my girl medical attention. I’m warning you, though. Don’t cross my path again because I will kill you for every mark on her body.”
The guy gives him a wide grin. “I’d love to see you try.”
The four men leave, the sounds of their motorcycles growing quieter as they disappear.
Once they do, Bullet pulls out his phone and types out a message. Then he turns to me.
“The bike seems okay. I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“Absolutely not. I’m fine. We need to tell Reaper what he said,” I argue.
“We will. After you get checked out.”
