Page 54 of Angel

“Yes, I am.”

He lets out a long sigh. “And your President is okay with you tagging along? Because I find that hard to believe.”

I stare into his glowing eyes. “He doesn’t know.”

He throws his arms up in the air, smacking them back down on the sides of his massive thighs. “That’s great. Even better. Just when I was getting on his good side.”

“Aw, do you care what my club thinks of you after all?”

“I have my reasons.”

“And I have mine for joining you.”

“And do your reasons have anything to do with last night?”

I shrug. “Maybe they do, and maybe they don’t.” I don’t dare mention him.

He drags a hand down his face. “Fine, at least this way I can keep an eye on you. But this is my game. My rules. You do what I tell you, and don’t get us fucking killed.” Face up to the sky, he closes his eyes and releases another dramatic sigh. “Heaven fucking help me.” He walks his bike out and starts her up.

“What do you mean by: keeping an eye on me?”

He answers my question with a question. “You realize Florida is about fourteen hours away, right? So, keep up. Don’t fucking fall behind. If I lose you, oh-fucking-well.”

“One, I know how far Florida is. And two, I was just about to tell you not to fall behind.” I climb on my ride and start tying my hair up in a braid.

I saw the side of his mouth twitch into a smirk. I amuse him. I also notice when he freezes on his bike, watching me like a starving lion. I can see his length getting harder, growing under those dark, sexy, slim-fit jeans he wears. It’s okay, because I watch him too. The way his cut fits over his bare, muscled shoulders. The tight black tank top underneath does absolutely nothing to hide the art inked into his skin, or the bulge of his biceps. It’s enough to make any woman crazy, but that’s the thing… He’s the only man to ever get me—dare I say it—aroused in such a way. My panties are soaked.

We connect stares, and the heat rushes through me. He really is beautiful. His eyes. His dark, thick locks. The facial hair. I shake away the feelings and wait for his lead. When did the hate and disgust turn to longing and lust?

This is going to be a long fourteen hours.

I don’t look back as we zip down the road and onto the highway. I mean, how can I? I definitely can’t go back now. I’m sure Victor is out searching for me, and I’m sure my club knows I’m gone. Am I terrified? Yeah, I’m terrified. I won’t stop fighting though. Yet, here I am, running away.

I chucked my burner and left my cell at the clubhouse, so they can’t track me. I know they will try to bring me home. But I won’t be coming back.

With only three hours down, my ass is numb and my back is sore. I’m not used to these long rides on my bike, but Venom seems like a natural. Not a flipping care in the world. His toned arms stretch across, reaching his handlebars, and his club leather drapes over his broad shoulders. I imagine my hands roaming all over his hard muscles as I straddle him, preferably on his bike, and a rush of heat warms my insides.

I’m past the point of trying to convince myself I don’t want those things. Because I do. I do so badly.

Venom reduces his speed, keeping pace beside me. He points to the next exit sign and then hits the throttle, vrooming past me and down the ramp. I follow him into the gas station, both of us pulling up to the same pump. I can’t help but look around, checking for any indications of him. Wondering if he could have found me this fast, if he’s already following me. Waiting for his chance.

“Looking for someone?” Venom asks, leaning against the gas pump, his arms folded over his chest.

“No.”

“You sure? Because you’ve been straining your neck every which way since we pulled up.”

“Yup, it’s a stretching mechanism,” I say quick and short, knowing he doesn’t buy it. “I’ll be back. Want anything? They probably don’t have any mice to feed you, so I am sorry about that.” Even after the intensity of last night, I can still find a way to playfully tease him.

Venom smirks. “Good thing I already satisfied my rodent-deprived appetite before we left.”

“Perfect.”

I head inside the store, but Venom yells out, “Wait, I gotta take a piss anyway.”

The little bell rings above the door as we enter. The only occupants are the clerk and two men by the cooler section, who don’t hide their need to get a good look at us. Being in biker clubs, we draw attention.

I grab a protein bar, but stop when I see Venom staring at the rack of toys.

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