Page 32 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

In short, I wanted all three of them.

The idea nearly made me laugh. A relationship with four people? How was that going to work? I’d heard about men with many wives in some cultures, but a woman with three boyfriends all at the same time?

I tried to imagine what it would be like as I took my bike for another go around the block. Me at home pregnant or taking care of the kids. Jake at his tattoo studio, coming home early to cook dinner. Max working from home, occasionally taking me out on dates at fancy restaurants. Wade doing whatever Wade did, helping me out with the kids and chores, fixing stuff around the house. I imagined us having dinner, sharing stories about our day and laughing together about the funny parts. I pictured us going shopping as a family, would probably be an adventure. I could already see the look on the cashier’s face when we paid for everything. I pictured family trips as well, and holidays. They would never be boring for sure.

Then I imagined what the sex would be like. Would they have to take turns, one per night? Or did I get to enjoy all three of them in one night, like in my earlier fantasy? The idea sent a tingle crawling up my spine, but I sent it away. It was a fantasy. Nothing more.

Yes, Max told me I could be with other men, but there was no way I could have all three of them, right?

Or could I?

I left the house to clear my mind because now I was even more confused. Frustrated. Exhausted. I didn’t want to think about it anymore. For now, I just wanted to enjoy this peaceful late afternoon, this comfortable ride, the quiet…

The roar of a motorcycle engine ripped through the silence, stopping my thoughts in their tracks. When I glanced at my rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of two other bikes behind me, I felt my heart stop as well.

Was one of them the same guy from two days ago? The one from the other club, the Demons? Devils? Did he bring a friend?

Or were they men sent by Clyde to kill me?

Either way, I knew I couldn’t let him catch me. I shifted to a higher gear and sped up, my own motorcycle engine growling in response. I knew I was at a disadvantage, though. I was still basically a beginner biker. I couldn’t go that fast, and I didn’t know any fancy maneuvers. I barely knew how to turn. And this time, Jake wasn’t with me to guide me and keep me safe. There was a good chance I could crash and burn.

And die. I didn’t want to die.

So I made a decision. I stopped my bike, got off it, and ran. I knew I’d be slower on foot, but at least, I had complete control. I could also hide.

When I passed by the empty playground, I decided to hide inside the dome. I was small enough that I was able to slip in, though I crouched and curled to make myself smaller.

Then I took out my phone and sent Jake a message.

I’m at the playground. Help.

And prayed that he would find me before the bad guys did.

When I heard the bikes whizzing past, I let out a breath of relief. I kept my ears open, tuning in to the sound of the motorcycleengines as it faded, waiting for it to disappear. When it became louder again, fear crept up my spine, spreading throughout my back all the way around to my chest where my heart started to race. I could sense my pursuers coming back, but I closed my eyes, hoping that if I didn’t see them, they wouldn’t see me.

Please don’t let them find me. Please make them go away.

The engines grew quieter as the bikes slowed down to a stop.

“She must be around here somewhere,” a hoarse male voice said. “She can’t have gone that far on foot.”

The engines died down, replaced by the sound of footsteps on the pavement. I held my breath.

Please. Please…

When I heard sand crunching beneath someone’s boots, I nearly whimpered. I clasped my hands over my mouth, fearful of any sound escaping.

Calm down, Lauren. Don’t make a sound. Not a peep. Not a…

The phone in my pocket vibrated, startling me. For a moment, I froze in fear, knowing the sound had just given my presence away, then I tried to crawl out of the dome as fast as I could, sprinting as soon as I was on my feet. I only managed to reach the edge of the playground before someone grabbed my arm.

“Where do you think you’re going, missy?”

I turned and saw two men in maroon leather jackets, the one holding my arm taller and with purple hair and the other bulkier and bald with “Raging Devils” tattooed on his forehead.

So they were from that other MC. I felt a shred of relief knowing that at least they wouldn’t be dragging me back to Clyde, but I was afraid of them, nonetheless. I tried to wrench my arm free, but Mr. Purple just held it tighter, giving me a grin that showed a missing front tooth.

I glared. “What do you want from me?”

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