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Chapter #1
Juliette
The day mom died, I began planning my escape. “Take off day” has finally arrived, and there is zero room in my meticulously constructed plan for failure. The air vibrates with luck from the start. It’s one of those days where your body senses something big is going to happen.
Today will change my life because… Today is the day I’ll finally be free from my stepfather and his abuse. I have to act normal before I leave the house. I can’t act too happy or out of character. Predators can smell emotions the way sharks smell blood in the water. They have a special intuition for when their prey is edging closer to escape.
Every morning, I stick to my routine before heading to work at the front desk at the library downtown. Even though I already have my backpack ready for my escape, I still continue on like it’s a normal morning. I drive to work everyday in my own car, so that part won’t be a problem until I get to Santa Fe.
I don’t know why I have this fixation with Santa Fe, but I have been doing this manifestation ritual I found on Instagram and I know my fresh start will be out west in a city known for its galleries and culinary scene. I always liked painting. Something about growing up in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the vast Midwestern plains gave me this ability to see the beautiful in the basic.
Painting has always been my “thing” and Santa Fe is going to be my place. It’s filled with fellow artists escaping the Midwestern humdrum. Other folks like me who floated like tumbleweeds across the desert, desperate for an oasis of culture and diversity. Since our first high school college counseling meeting, I dreamed about moving to Santa Fe. Not because I gave a crap about university, but because researching the city filled me with dreams of meeting people like me. People who don’t fit in with the typical Midwestern country girls who see their whole lives laid out for them from high school and don’t have a problem with it.
Maybe it’s because I’ve always been one of a handful of black kids in my class, but I never saw myself ending up like the girls in my high school.
Just think of Santa Fe, Juliette. Let your manifestations guide you...
When I get downstairs, my stepfather is sitting at the table in the kitchen already upset.
“Good morning,” I mutter politely, although it’s the last thing I want to say to him. It hurts having to stuff my true feelings just to protect myself. I comfort myself with the reminder that I won’t be doing this much longer.
“It could be,” my stepfather says, his tone already stirring up trouble.
My back muscles tense up nervously, but I push the obvious tension out of my shoulders and try to play it cool. This is a normal morning. Just a normal morning. I walk up to the fridge and pull out something to eat. He won’t let me leave if I don’t eat even if the adrenaline surging through my body already makes it impossible. Once I have the fridge open, he moves fast. I feel his round protruding stomach as he stands behind me. Too close.
“You’re in my way,” he says, his hand purposefully touching my ass. I move aside quickly, my hands shaking as I try not to drop the orange juice and yogurt I had grabbed. It’s the only thing I think I can choke down before leaving.
He pretends like he didn’t just touch my ass while my heart continues to race out of control. Ever since mom died, he’s become worse. He’s going to rape me.
For years, I accepted the beatings. The weird moments where I caught him doing the strangest things.
I told myself my mom deserved a happy ending after dad.
But my stepfather has always been a monster.
And now, two months after she’s dead, he’s springing into action. I’m a nineteen-year-old who just lost her mother and all this monster can think of is getting his dick wet.
He showed it to me for the first time when I was twelve. I told myself for years that I was imagining it. That what he did to me was all in my head. But now that he’s escalated to touching me, all the memories are flooding back and I know that I need to get out of here.
I sit down at the table and pour myself a glass of orange juice. I zone out as I open the yogurt. Once you get out of here, you can get some real food.
“How the hell you stay thick like that with OJ and yogurt?”
My ears ring as my body reacts with total fear. This man controls my housing situation and everything about my life. For years, I didn’t understand what he was but now that I know, I want to get out of here.
I pretend I don’t hear the weird sexual innuendo behind his question when I answer, “I don’t know. Genetics.”
“Damn right,” he says, laughing creepily. “Just like genetics gave you them nice ass titties.”
I zone out and focus on spooning yogurt into my mouth. Don’t let him get to you. I’m not even wearing anything revealing. I never felt like I could get away with it, and my mom would lose her mind if she caught me dressing “like a slut”. Today, I’m wearing a giant red hoodie and wide-legged jeans for work. It’s nothing special.
“Mmm,” he says. “I love watching you eat that yogurt.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks and I know he can see them changing color. I can’t control my reaction, but I feel embarrassed. He might misinterpret my fear as desire and that could only make this worse.
“Please stop,” I grumble. “It’s weird.”
My heart leaps into my throat, making it harder to force yogurt down my throat. I don’t even want to look up at him. I never want to see him again. I never knew what my mom saw in Chiron.
“Weird? What’s weird is having you walk around my house with that fat ass getting my dick hard and leaving me unsatisfied.”
I almost choke on my yogurt but I manage to wash it down with orange juice. It’s my last day here. Once he lets me walk away, I never have to hear him say anything like this again.
This time, I can’t hold back, even if I know I should. “Do you really think that is an appropriate thing to say to your step-daughter?”
The way he looks at me makes me feel like three centipedes are crawling all over my skin under my clothes. I have to avert my gaze as he huffs and purposefully shifts his crotch with his hand. Don’t freak out. Don’t do anything that might give you away.
“You ain’t my kid,” he says, staring at me from behind a pair of hooded, hazel eyes. “Just two pairs of pretty ass lips.”
Mom was obsessed with those eyes and the fact that my stepfather is six-foot-ten-inches tall. She would often lament not having a kid with him and “missing out” on the chance to have a “football player” baby with “pretty eyes like that”. My dark brown eyes weren’t pretty or exotic enough for her. My lack of athletic ability was only one of several embarrassing things about me. It’s not like my mother didn’t love me. I just think she would have felt like more of a success if I were even eligible to be in the NFL or NBA.
“I have to go to work,” I mumble, ignoring the overtly sexual comment as much as I ignored all the previous comments.
He shrugs and temporarily the threatening tension between us dissipates. “Just make sure you’re home on time or I’ll make your ass sleep on the porch again,” my stepfather says.
He says that like he didn’t just say something completely fucked up seconds before. It feels like someone set a pile of rocks on my chest. I grab my backpack and hurry outside into my car.
That’s it, girl. You never have to see him again. Don’t even trip. Don’t even look back.
When I was sixteen and suspected how he acted towards me wasn’t normal, I started saving my money. I did research, talked to counselors and strategized what I would do if he ever hurt me or if something bad ever happened and I needed to escape.
Mom would never leave him. I knew I was on my own and right now, my cynicism prepared me for the worst case scenario.
I currently have $16,500 saved up, own my 2007 Subaru Impreza with nothing owed, and have enough of a head start that I know my stepfather won’t catch up to me.
I have to believe it. I have a foolproof plan to get to Santa Fe and plenty of money to get it done. Once I’m in my car, I start the engine and then text my best friend, Quin.
Me: I’m safe in my car. I won’t be able to message you until Santa Fe. Trust the plan. Trust the universe.
Quin: I’ll be praying for you.
I toss my phone onto the passenger seat and pull out of the driveway. My heart races like crazy. Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani plays from Spotify on my phone and my hands tremble with excitement as the pop song’s tempo increases and I push my Subaru to its limits.
Since this is my once in a lifetime adventure and escape, I plan to take the historic Route 66 highway West and see as much of the country as possible. I doubt there’s much I give a crap about between Dugger, Indiana and Santa Fe, but maybe I’ll get some cute selfies in front of a retro gas station or meet an influencer in the wild.
I just want my life to be more than barricading my bedroom door and feeling a deep sense of shame and sadness. I know happiness is out there. I don’t care if I’m only nineteen. I’m going to find my happily ever after and it won’t be with a loser like Chiron or anyone like him.
I perfectly visualized my Prince Charming in an elaborate manifestation ritual. He’s tall – obviously – incredibly wealthy due to his success as an entrepreneur, he has classy and masculine hobbies and most importantly, he is a handsome, dark-skinned king. In my visualization, he looks exactly like Kofi Siriboe and he dresses like Jidenna.
I turn right at the second stop sign on our street before turning into the Texaco where I fill my tank and get a couple Celsius energy drinks to help me stay awake in an emergency.
After that, I pull through the McDonalds’ drive-thru for coffee, an Egg McMuffin and a slice of apple pie for later. When I leave McDonalds for the highway, I can’t stop checking my rear view mirror for my stepfather. It’s been half an hour. If he were following me, he would have caught up to me by now and I would have resorted to plan B.
My hands shake as the speed limit changes from 30 mph to 55 mph before I take the ramp onto I-40W, the modern equivalent of the old Route 66 highway. I turn up the music to calm my nerves. The song changes to Caution by Mariah Carey. Hell yeah. I drive faster, less concerned about cops than getting the hell out of there.
Indiana can kiss my ass. I’m never going back there again. My mom should have left Indiana years ago. I don’t care how much hate she got in the South for her complexion or her ethnic background.
I would have found a way to make it work and anyway, I’ve never seen my skin color as a disadvantage anywhere.
I’m free. I’ve never driven longer than a few hours away, so I know I’ll have to stop and stretch every couple of hours on this eleven hour drive. . Once I get to Santa Fe, I’ll have plenty of time to rest and figure out my next steps, so I don’t even trip. That’s the thing about manifesting.
You just believe in the power of the universe and the universe will look after you.
I don’t fully relax until my first rest stop when I finally convince myself that my stepfather doesn’t even realize I left. The McDonalds coffee filtered straight through me and my bladder must be the size of a hot air balloon. Parking my car behind the rest stop to stay out of view, I check over my shoulder a couple times before I hustle into the bathroom. There aren’t any other cars, which doesn’t make me feel safer.
Peeing has never felt so good. I take forever to empty my bladder and then I wash my face and brush my teeth for good measure. My cheeks are red from the sun blazing through the windshield and the monotony of driving across Kansas means I need to take extreme steps to keep awake and sane. Washing my face feels good.
I text Quin a bathroom selfie before shoving my phone in my hoodie pocket and walking back outside to the parking lot. When I leave the rest stop and click the button on my keys, I don’t hear anything.
And worse. I don’t see my car.
I parked it right there. What the fuck? I glance around, assuming I just forgot where I parked it. But it’s just… gone. I walk a few steps further into the parking lot, desperately looking around. I only have seconds to react when I hear footsteps running towards me.
I turn towards the sound.
Then I see him.
He’s not alone. I scream and reach into my pocket for plan b — my pepper spray.
I hold it up and scream a series of expletives as my shaky hands struggle to force the trigger down. My reaction isn’t fast enough. The second man, who I don’t recognize, hits me hard across the head. I hear the sound of a dull object thudding against my skull before I feel it.
My shock suppresses the anguished scream that so desperately wants to escape. He’s going to kill you, Juliette.
My chances of getting out of this alive are slim, I agree.
But at least I tried to escape.
I didn’t let him hurt me without fighting back.
When I die, that has to mean something, right?
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Savage fighter. Ruthless leader. Icy blue eyes.
My now ex-boyfriend lost me in a bet.
The winner? The ruthless leader of his rival motorcycle gang — Heath.
Heath is a cold-blooded killer, or so I’ve heard.
He expects total submission…
I don’t let anyone tell me what to do.
On the open road, I don’t have a choice.
I’m his. He won me fair and square.
And he won’t give me up without a fight.
Romance Novel Excerpt: Beauty & The Biker | Motorcycle Club Romance
Heath took me prisoner two days ago. Since then, I’d scoped out every opportunity to run. Clinging to him on the back of his Gold Wing, I scrutinized the landscape as we rushed past. Thick forests hung over the highway, shading us from the blazing heat of the sun beginning its descent in the sky. When all the bikes stopped and the men started their tune ups, I hung close to Heath’s bike.
As he stooped down to check his tires, I checked on my cash.
I reached into my jeans and pulled out my wad of bills, mostly fives and ones. This was all the money I had but it would have to do.
I counted it for the second time and prepared to run.
“Kaja, get over here,” he called and I rounded his shiny metal beast, my eyes darting furtively along the highway.
“Yes?” I folded my arms.
My time approached.
“Hold this. I need to screw on the bolts,” he growled.
I stuck out my palm with a scowl on my face and he stuck the spanner in it with a bemused raised eyebrow.
“You don’t have to be so sour.”
“Whatever. I want to get out of here.”
He chuckled.
“Bossy huh? We’ll see what you say when we get to Chicago and I off-load you onto the first toothless bastard I find.”
“Buzz off.”
He chuckled again and bent down to adjust his tires.
“Spanner.”
I handed him the spanner.
“Good.”
He opened up the toolbox on the back of the bike and shoved it back in.
“Why the long face sunshine?”
“Don’t mock me,” I spat back, “I don’t have to put up with your bullshit.”
“Suit yourself.”
“Ready to go you bastard?” Rhys approached and smacked Heath on the back, causing the two of them to erupt in guffaws. Heath’s laugh was a low chuckle while Rhys’ pierced the air with the same pitch as his Southern accent. Rhys ran his hands through his blond hair and stuck it in a loose ponytail.
“Damn straight,” Heath said, “Where’s Jacob and his girl?”
Don approached then zipping up his leather jacket and twirling his helmet in his hands.
“Those two love birds snuck off for a bit of nookie in the woods.”
Heath chuckled, “Joining ‘em this time?”
Rhys snorted, “That slut? No thanks. She’s been passed around by every guy with a bike on the Eastern seaboard.”
Don chuckled and retorted, “Yeah right, you’re just pissed off she chose Jacob instead of you.”
“Fuck off,” Rhys snorted, putting his helmet on.
“Reckon I should go scare him out?” He touched the gun on his holster.
Heath shook his head, “Nah. They’ll be here soon.”
Don smirked, “Knowing Jacob, it should be about… 90 seconds.”
The men erupted into laughter again and I just stood there, glaring with my arms folded. I’d tried to go unnoticed but Rhys noticed my scowl and approached me pressing his fingers to my lips and flicking them.
“Why the long face? You ain’t find us funny?”
“No,” I spat back.
“Hey watch your mouth,” Rhys spat, “You’re nothing but a piece of meat and if you catch an attitude I’ve got no problem ditching your sorry ass on the side of the road.”
“Hey!” Heath interrupted, “Leave her alone.”
Rhys snickered.
“Whatever man, don’t defend her.”
Don grunted, “Don’t be a pussy Heath, he’s only joking. No one’s going to harm princess over here.”
The men laughed again, like I was some big joke. I kept my gaze steady, trying not to care. I wouldn’t be stuck with them much longer. Five minutes later, Angie and Jacob emerged from the woods holding hands and laughing.
“Not much stamina, Jacob?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Angie spat, “Watch your mouth Don or I’ll cut your tongue out?”
“Why so you can shove it up you —”
“Watch the way you talk to my lady buddy,” Jacob interrupted, stepping in front Angie.
“Geez, it’s just a joke.”
“Yeah well fuck off leprechaun.”
“Me ma’s Irish, that’s why I’ve got this red hair,” Don replied, doing his best imitation of an Irish accent and breaking the groups tension, sending everyone into fits of laughter.
“Let’s get out of here,” Angie said, “Princess looks like she’s going to shit bricks.”
She jutted her chin towards me, drawing even more attention than I wanted.
“I’m fine,” I spat.
Angie winked, her brilliant blue eyes twinkling with excitement. Her daisy dukes barely covered her thin, pale legs with blue veins trailing through them. Her long chocolate hair hung to the middle of her back and she fixed it into a ponytail before donning her helmet and hopping on her bike.
“Time to ride…”
I had no choice. I hopped on the back of Heath’s bike, clutching his torso as he revved the engine up.
“Don’t let go sweetheart,” he both commanded and taunted me.
I wouldn’t let go. With only twenty miles to the next fuel station, all I had to do was wait. Once we got there, I’d go to the gas station restroom and make my break for it. I knew these backroads well enough and this would be my last chance to escape before these hooligans dragged me God-knows-where.
We drove down the highway, wind whipping my dreads into the breeze and my breath fogging up the helmet. I clutched Heath tightly because I had no choice. I had no choice but to hold onto his body or go flying down the highway.
The road stretched out for miles before it curved, deserted since rush hour had passed. We were deep in the New England boonies and wouldn’t hit traffic until New York. The Steel Dragons spoke about going around the city when they thought I wasn’t listening. I’d been preparing to take my last stand.
However they managed city traffic wouldn’t be my problem. I needed patience. Heath’s gaze fixated on me whenever we’d stopped. I’d have trouble getting out of his sight at the gas station but he couldn’t follow me everywhere. I hadn’t said much, hoping they’d underestimate me. He kicked the stand up and I squeezed my arm around him tighter.
The bikes roared and they kicked up dust as they accelerated down the highway. Jacob and Angie rode side by side in the front, Rhys and Heath rode together behind them.
Holding down the flank were Don, and Clay. Don would be the hardest one to get something past. He was too sharp and he didn’t trust that I’d stay with the Dragons in the first place. He’d begged Heath not to bring me along but Don didn’t make the rules around here — Heath did.
I breathed a sigh of relief when we pulled into the gas station as they’d planned. My heart skittered in my chest. I was too accustomed to fear to allow it to paralyze me. I got off the bike and took my helmet off.
“You stay here,” Heath growled as he walked to the pump.
“I-I need to go to the restroom.”
Heath looked me up and down.
“Fine. Be quick.”
He gestured for me to hand him the helmet so I did, relieved that I was now unencumbered.
The gang stared at me as I entered the gas station. I could feel their eyes on my back and of course, Rhys dog whistled which earned him a warning punch from Heath. A tinny bell rang as I thrust the door open and as the door closed behind me.
I stood alone with the attendant, tempted to ask him to call the police. If the police found me, they’d find out quick that I knew Trey Holt. They’d want me to talk and if I dared say one word my life would be on the line. No cops. I didn’t need them. The attendant at the desk eyed me and then eyed the gang, clad head to toe in black leather in stark contrast to my jeans and white tank top.
“You with them?”
“Y-yes,” I replied.
I was too scared to say much to anyone. The man snorted.
“You don’t look like the type.”
“C-can I use the bathroom?”
“You sure you okay ma’am?”
“Yes,” I replied, “I’m sure.”
“Okay, it’s back there behind the hot dogs.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled.
I’d been here before with Trey. A girl had been working that time but the gas station had no reason to change. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door, turning the lock and exhaling.
“Pull it together Kaja,” I muttered, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans and looking up at the window, perched a few feet above me just as I remembered it.
I stood on the toilet, grunting as I shoved the small window open. I was small enough to fit and I’d considered running away the last time I’d come with Trey so I’d thought the plan through before. I grunted again as I thrust the entire window open. I reached up to the sill and grunted as I pulled myself up, shuffling my body through the window.
There was an eight foot drop from the window that landed on a patch of grass. Lucky freaking me. I tucked and rolled as I dropped. I stood to my feet and without looking back, I turned tail and ran.
The gas station was just outside of a small town with plenty of New England charm and an absence of any people. My feet pounded the pavement as I hurried towards the trees. My heart thumped in my chest and my stomach tightened. If I didn’t get away this time, Heath would be pissed and the rest of them would be pissed. I’d be stuck riding to California with a bunch of crazy assholes — who hated me.
I burst through the clearing and stopped to catch my breath, bending over my pressing my palms into my knees.
“THERE SHE IS!”
Shit. Angie ratted me out. So much for girl power…
I picked up the pace, adrenaline bursting through my chest and forcing my legs to carry me. At the other end of the clearing I’d have to cross the highway and then I could get to the strip mall. Once I got to the strip mall… Well someone in there had to have a phone. I could call Julie and she’d come get me. Wouldn’t she? I knew she was Trey’s sister but come on, Trey got me into this mess. It’s not like I wanted to be here in the first place.
I ran towards the light, through the trees, hopping over felled tree branches and avoiding deep murky puddles with rotting leaves.
“Don’t you dare shoot her!” A voice called — this time Heath.
Yeah, I’m sure he wanted Don, Rhys or whoever had pulled the gun to keep their hands off his precious cargo.
“She’s heading to the mall, guys we have to split up!”
My chest tightened. They knew where I was going and they planned to stop me. I couldn’t stop running. I was less than 1/4 mile away from the entrance to the highway and if I was lucky, I could find someone passing by who would stop and pick me up.
I heard the sound of motorcycles revving in the distance but I didn’t stop running until I exited the deep woods and stood at the edge of the highway on the other side of the guard rails. Traffic was far from heavy, but the roads weren’t deserted with a few family cars heading up to the Berkshires for the weekend.
I climbed over the guard rail, listening for the choking and heaving of the motorcycle mufflers and waiting for the right time to dash across the road. I stuck my thumb out as I waited, hoping for one of the two options to work out for me.
My heart raced faster, my eyes snapped wider taking in every detail of the landscape from the tall evergreen trees to the leafy green maples to the dust kicked up by the Volvo rushing past. I stuck my arm out and waved but nobody stopped.
When I got a break in the road I started to sprint.
“Gotcha,” the voice came first them I felt the arms around me.
“AHHHHH!”
Heath. He’d caught up with me.
“Stop squirming and this will over soon.”
“LET. ME. GO.”
I shrieked.
I kicked back and struggled against him. Having height, weight and size as an advantaged meant I was powerless against him. It’s not like I couldn’t throw a punch mind you. With Trey, we’d had to defend ourselves a few times as we rode across the country from bar fights to fending off muggers.
Heath stood a full foot taller than my 5’6” and he kept his body in immaculate physical condition. I screamed and kicked again but he pulled me deeper into the woods, back towards the gas station.
“Pull shit like that again and I’ll strip you down and leave you on the side of the road,” he growled.
“PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! HEEELLLLPPPP!” I screamed.
“Shut up!” He growled.
“I’ll shut up when you put me down!”
“You tried to run. You lost the right to stand on your own two feet when you did that.”
Gasping for breath and desperate to stop his thick muscular arms from crushing me, I whimpered, “If you put me down I won’t run. I’ll go with you.”
He dropped me and I fell to the ground, screaming as my back hit.
“Get up,” he growled.
“OW!”
I sat up and glared at him as I got to my feet and dusted my hands off.
“That hurt.”
“Listen up missy.”
“What?”
“I won you fair and square… You aren’t going anywhere unless I tell you to.”
“It’s illegal to hold people captive you know.”
He chuckled, “Yeah, ‘cause I’m a real good guy right? Like Trey?”
“Don’t bring up Trey.”
Heath chuckled again, “I’ll bring up Trey if I want to princess. You’re mine.”
He snarled the word mine with such vitriol I flinched.
“Y’know the way back is much faster running than walking.”
Heath chuckled, “Nice try. Make a run for it again and you’ll regret it.”
“Won’t be my only regrets,” I mumbled.
“Hush. Too much talking.”
The rest of the way back to the gas station we walked in silence. Heath walked behind me with his quiet long stride. When I burst through the trees fear gripped my chest again.
“Keep moving. Say nothing.”
I nodded and kept going. Angie and Jacob straddled their bikes, visors turned up as they watched me.
“How far’d she get?” Angie asked with a wicked smile.
“Not very I bet,” Clay added.
The entire bunch of them laughed again and clinked their soda cans against each other before chugging them down and dropping the cans on the ground.
“Ready to ride outta here?” Don asked.
Heath grunted, “Yeah.”
“Get her on the back of your bike and make sure she doesn’t try anything else,” Rhys drawled with his thick Texas accent, “I’m sick of this. When you made that bet—”
“Quiet,” Heath growled, “I don’t want a lecture.”
Angie nodded and gestured Rhys away from us.
“C’mon, leave him alone before he hits you again.”
Heath smirked at that. Angie got on her bike and led the charge, speeding out of the gas station with Jacob behind her.
“She gives too many orders for a woman,” Clay grumbled.
He and Don bumped fists and laughed, flicking down their visors and revving their engines into action. Heath turned around to face me before getting on.
“No more funny business.”
“Yeah. Whatever.”
“Listen,” he growled, “If your stupid boyfriend hadn’t bet you like a fuckin’ poker chip, you wouldn’t be here. So blame him.”
“He’s NOT my boyfriend!”
“Do I look like I give a rat’s ass? Boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, fuckin’ preacher, whoever the fuck he is, he owes me ten thousand dollars.”
“What if I could give you ten thousand dollars?”
He grunted and laughed.
“You don’t have ten grand. Put the helmet on and hold tight missy.”
He slammed his helmet on and flipped the visor down after handing me mine. I put it on. He was right. This was Trey’s fault. Trey had lost the right to call me his boyfriend the moment he’d traded me over to the leader of his rival gang. He’d apologized — of course, he always apologized — but that time I’d had enough of him..
Tensions had been flaring between me and Trey for a while. I’d been waiting for the chance and as I kicked and screamed slung over Heath Danger’s shoulder, there seemed to be no better time.
I straddled the bike, wrapping my arms around him. He adjusted my grasp and revved the bike up. The sound was like a drug to me. I squeezed tight as he started down the highway getting faster and faster until he caught up with the rest of the gang.
I grabbed onto his coat, my fingers cold without gloves. The scent of leather and dirt wafted in through the helmet. My faux leather jacket barely protected me from the elements. 60 mph. 70 mph. We were all headed west over 80, each of the dragons as fearless and furious as the wind.
Sunset approached and they’d have to stop again soon — this time for sleep. I hadn’t planned to be with them so long. My escape attempt failed and I feared what they’d do to me if I tried again. But if we stopped for the night, I’d have another chance. I clung to Heath until we stopped just after sunset.
“Let’s get some grub then we’ll head to the house,” Jacob said once the bikes had been parked.
“Did any of you stupid fucks tell Hannah about her?” Angie asked, jutting her chin towards me.
“I’ll deal with Hannah. Jake, keep your girl in line,” Heath growled.
“What the fuck did you say to me?” Angie asked, folding her arms.
Jacob stepped between them.
“Hey, hey can you two cool it for a sec?”
Don grunted, “Keep her quiet. We’ll eat. Heath will deal with Han.”
Clay nodded, “Sounds good.”
We walked inside the Ponderosa and Heath chose our seats, ignoring the chipper hostesses direction.
They all ordered and as directed, I stayed quiet. I didn’t think they’d feed me but Heath got me my own steak dinner. I’d barely eaten all day so I didn’t mind staying silent while I wolfed down the entire steak, the mediocre mashed potatoes and the horrible coleslaw.
Who knows when I’d get my next meal, especially if I managed to break away in the middle of the night. So far Heath hadn’t been cruel but I was still his prisoner.
Once I was done, Angie slammed down a little over a hundred on the table and tipped the waitress a fifty. The money they’d made for their last deal covered the gang as they traveled across the country to California to make another deal with Angie’s step-brother in L.A.
I got back on the bike and we entered the small blue house with the white door one after the other after the men parked their bikes. Hannah wore nothing but a thin camisole with her nipples poking through and yoga pants. Her hair was a mess, she reeked of menthols and she kept itching her wrists as she told us which rooms we’d have.
“What’s her story?” Hannah asked about me.
“Mine,” was all Heath said. He didn’t answer any questions about me after that. I knew better than to open my mouth and speak when I hadn’t been spoken to.
He marched me upstairs and pointed towards an air mattress on the radiator.
“This is our room.”
“Our?!”
“Listen cupcake this ain’t the fucking Ritz Carlton.”
He prodded me until I entered the room.
“Get on the mattress.”
“What?”
I turned to face him, fists clenched, ready to fight him off if I had to.
“Get. On. The. Mattress.”
My chest heaved with my anxious breathing and I stood my ground.
“No.”
He grabbed me by the wrist and sat me down on the mattress. I squealed as my back sank into the rubber. He pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his jacket and handcuffed me to the radiator.
“That’s so you don’t try to make a run for it while we talk business.”
I shook my arm and rattled the handcuffs against the radiator. Heath smiled.
“No making a fool out of me tonight,” he growled, “Stay nice and quiet and we won’t have any trouble.”
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