Page 39 of Motorycle Daddies

Addy shares a look with me, and I know she’s wondering if I’ll speak up first. When I don’t...she answers, “For me, it’s the same old same old.” She shrugs her shoulders as if she doesn’t have a life.

“Um…” I begin, not knowing how to even broach the subject I have to talk to her about. I know it’s going to be sore for her still. She acts like she’s completely moved on from it, but I know it still bothers her. She’s spoken many times about how she can’t wait for the MC to get revenge, and her experience was much worse than mine.

“Well, I might as well come out with it. Harlow, I tried to find you the morning after it happened and couldn’t, but…I ended up getting kidnapped last weekend by the same people who hurt you,” I blurt out, like it isn’t going to just rip a bandage off.

The moment I say it, I wish I could take it away. She was playing with a rattle with one of the twins, but then she looks up at me, horrified, frozen in fear.

“You mean…the Russians? Like, the same weekend that my father, Trap, and Dart went to go check out some secret auction? You mean that same weekend?” she asks, but none of it is accusatory.

I slowly nod as the picture probably forms in her head, including all her memories and fears.

“They found you there, didn’t they? Do you know if they knew you were there? Because if they knew and they didn’t tell me?—”

I put my hand up. “It was a total coincidence. It has to do with my dad. He got in some trouble—a lot of trouble. Like, he owes them money,” I begin, hoping I can explain it all without getting too upset. “I really don’t want to rehash the whole thing again, but long story short, to settle the debt, they were going to sell my virginity.”

“Holy fucking shit,” Harlow says, clearly influenced by how much more time she spends with the MC now.

Even though she’s been involved her whole life, she’s always been kind of a good girl like me. Not quite as much as me, but close. Just less quiet.

“Are you okay?” she finally asks.

I nod quickly to reassure her. She reaches over and grabs my hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I’m okay, thanks to your dad and the other two. That’s all that matters,” I say as I caress the head of the baby in my arms. “I hate to think what the other girls are enduring now, since they didn’t have heroes to rescue them like I did.”

I shudder as I think about it, and Harlow looks at me with an expression of sympathy on her face. I can tell there are a million questions rolling around in her mind and she doesn’t know how to ask them. Addy clears her throat and takes Daisy from me, getting her turn to cuddle. I move to help Harlow get Declan down in his crib and we stay silent for a few minutes.

Once both babies are in their own cribs, Harlow turns to look at me. “Well, it sounds like you’re very much deserving of a night of fun. Why don’t we go back downstairs and watch the festivities?” She tugs my hand and reaches for the baby monitor on the dresser to take the receiving end with her.

All three of us head down the stairs, back to the main area of the club where everyone is gathered, celebrating the patching of the new member. Rap is three sheets to the wind, and I laugh as I watch him. I catch the gazes of both Dart and Trap from across the room, and heat floods my body. I look away as fast as possible, and try to focus on the conversation with the girls.

A little while later, I excuse myself to the ladies’ room to get a break from the crazy party. When I come out, Trap and Dart are waiting for me by the door.

“Well, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I tease them, realizing how much they’re looking me up and down.

“Pleasure, you say? I can give you pleasure,” Dart teases with a smile, taking a step closer to me.

I watch as Trap’s jaw clenches and I can tell he’s trying to hold back what he’s feeling for me. I kind of want to see how far they would go to get me, but now is not the time or the place.

“We were just wondering if you wanted to stay a while longer tonight,” Dart says softly as he gets closer to me, forcing me to back up against the wall.

“Yeah, maybe we could have some fun of our own later,” Trap says as he crowds in beside Dart.

Heat shoots through my body and pools between my legs as the reality of what Trap has said sinks in. I swallow hard and my heart pounds against my rib cage.

All I can think about is Grizzly. Will he be joining in the fun? Why do I even care? Why do I want all three of these men at the same time? What the fuck is wrong with me? The questions swirl around in my mind as I look back and forth between the deliciously handsome men in front of me.

“I’d love to stay,” I reply as I smile at them.

I’m not sure what I’m getting myself into, but I don’t think I can stop.

I’m not sure I want to.

18

TRAP

Ihate this. I fucking hate this. I hate feeling like I’m coming up short against the other two. I always feel this way no matter what I do.

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