Page 1 of Beautiful Unity

One

DARCIE

The wind whipped around my helmet as we cruised down the backcountry road. My body buzzed with energy—one made from a beautiful unity of pain, love, and reclaiming.

I was done running. I was tired of looking over my shoulder, waiting for someone to find me. There was power in taking back your destiny.

I had no clue what awaited me in Mississippi. I didn’t know if my dad was even still in charge of the Mavericks or if it had been overrun by Agonizer’s men, the Diamonds. But I didn’t care. I’d walk in there and show them who to bow down to.

Me.

Their new queen.

The loud roar of Maddox’s bike caught my attention, and I turned to him as he pulled up beside me. He nodded, and I reciprocated it, letting him know I understood. We had Bluetooth in our helmets, but the guys only wanted to use them for special circumstances. So, we’d resorted to the old-school way of head nods and hand gestures. Once he had my agreement, he drove ahead and did the same to each of the guys ahead of me—my men.

Grayson currently led with Brooks behind him, followed by me, with Waylon and Maddox having taken up the rear on this stretch of our trek. We’d been alternating who led, or they at least had. Somehow, I always ended up smack in the middle of our train.

Not that I minded. Staring at Brooks’ ass the past few hours had been a nice view. It had visions of what it would be like to be with all four of them at once running through my head. Grayson and Brooks weren’t shy about being with me together, and I had a feeling Maddox wouldn’t mind either once we crossed that boundary again. It was Waylon I wasn’t sure about, and I had no clue how he’d respond to my request.

Once Maddox reached the front, he sped ahead and turned at the next road. Our train followed; the loud sounds of our engines disruptive to the quiet as we entered a small southern town. The speed limit decreased as we neared the town center, so we slowed our bikes, following the limit to a T. We didn’t need to draw any unnecessary attention.

I might not be running any longer, but I wanted to avoid landing on any radars—the police and other clubs. The bounty Agonizer had out for me was high, and it would be too tempting for anyone to ignore, desperate or not.

So, until we dealt with Stanley Driscoll, we’d continue to stay off the grid.

Maddox wove us through the small town, taking us to the outskirts where a semi-decent motel stood. The brick was faded, but the parking lot was clean, and the doors looked to have a fresh coat of paint. Brooks and Grayson parked their bikes by the office while Maddox, Waylon, and I pulled around to the side.

If, in the worst-case scenario, we were discovered, we didn’t want all of our bikes in one spot in case we needed to make a fast escape. None of us wanted to leave our bikes, but we’d do it if it were them or us. Bikes could be replaced, but we couldn’t.

Even after turning my bike off, my body continued to vibrate. The sensation of being still hadn’t settled yet. My muscles ached from riding for hours, and I cherished it. I’d missed this delicious burn that only came from my legs wrapped around a steel demon.

Unhooking my helmet, I shook out my hair and pulled it away from my neck. Sweat clung to me like a second skin, an accurate marker of a good ride. Ah, that’s the good stuff.

I kicked out my stand and settled my bike before hiking my leg over my girl. I gave her a soft pat for the good ride and thanked her for keeping me safe. Standing, I found two sets of blue eyes watching my every move. One midnight blue, so familiar yet foreign at the same time, and the other a light blue that knew me in new ways. They both set my pulse racing.

“Good ride?” I asked, my voice scratchy. I cleared my throat, eyeing the two men.

They were so similar in many ways—protective, domineering, and possessive. They made me feel like a queen and gave me the strength to believe in myself. And when their gaze was focused on me, it made my skin heat and arousal pooled deep in my belly.

Maddox broke away from his bike first and towered over me as he peered down. “You looked good riding, Princess.” He fingered my hair, brushing it back behind my ear. Goosebumps rose, my body craving more of his touch. It had been so long since we’d been intimate, and I craved that deeper connection with him.

It had been a month since he’d returned and we’d taken things slow. We’d found our footing with one another, and Maddox had respected my other relationships. But it was time to bring him into the fold. I needed him in every way now.

“It felt good to ride.” I smiled, my body leaning forward.

“We got two rooms,” Grayson said, stepping around the corner to where we’d gathered. I stepped back, pulled my bag out of my saddlebag, and stored my helmet. The sun set behind us, and when my stomach growled, I realized how long we’d been on the road.

The guys looked at me, smirking at the sound. “How about you shower, and we’ll grab some food?” Bubba suggested, surprising me.

“Um, sure. That sounds good. Which room am I in?” I hiked my bag up, glancing between the four men. I told them I wouldn’t choose who I stayed with each night, so they’d need to figure it out and let me know.

“Mine,” Maddox said, grinning, as he held up a key.

Butterflies kicked up, and my heart flip-flopped at the eagerness in his eyes. Fucking finally.

“I guess you’ll do,” I teased. Maddox gave me a sizzling look that made me curl my toes in my boots. Distracted, I kissed Bubba and Grayson on the cheek as they bickered about where to grab food. Bubba gave me a knowing look, squeezing my ass before he climbed onto his bike and revved it.

Brooks took my hand as we walked around to the front. He smiled shyly at me, his green eyes shimmering. I loved his quiet confidence. He wasn’t as touchy-feely as Grayson or possessive as Waylon, but he had his way of making me feel cherished.

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