Page 44 of Snared Rider

And I will. Unless this guy knows I live there, which is doubtful. Dad did a good job of setting me up; I was only allowed to move to London because of the Club’s affiliations. Jack might think I don’t know it, but I’m fully aware the Devil’s Dogs MC keep an eye on me at Dad’s (and probably Derek’s and Slade’s) request.

“No.”

I frown. “No?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. No. You’re not going back there. You’re staying here until this shit blows over. I can’t concentrate on this situation while worrying about you. But while you’re here, Logan’s your shadow. You do what he says, when he says. No arguments.

“This guy who ran you off the road is a fucking nut. He gets wind that you’re important to Dean, which he probably already thinks since you were on the back of his bike, there’s no telling what he’ll do.”

He’s right. Most brothers don’t let a woman on the back of their motorcycle unless she’s also in his bed. Dean and I have a different relationship though. He’s my best friend, my brother. He takes me out because I like to ride, and he likes to make me happy. There has never been anything sexual between us—and there never will be—but someone who thinks they understand the MC life won’t know that. This, I suspect, will make me a target.

Bloody hell.

Why on earth did I demand to go out on the bike?

“You… you think he’s going to come after me?”

I hate that my voice sounds small and wobbly. I also hate that Dad notices this.

“I think I’m not going to take the risk he might come after you.” He bends down and kisses my head. “I want you safe, little girl. And you’re just going to have to let me do what I’ve got to do to ensure that, understand?”

I frown at him because how in the hell can I argue with that?

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