Page 70 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

If I accepted the challenge, and I won the race, the Raging Devils would forget about everything—the bike Jake trashed, the members that got hurt, the rude accusations—and it would be a clean slate between the two clubs. They also promised a total ceasefire of three months, which should be more than enough time to sort the mess with Clyde Roarke and get Billie’s place back to what it used to be, if not make it brand new. They would never try to go after Lauren again. That, for me, was the mostimportant part. If there was anything I could do to make sure Lauren was safe, then I would do it.

On the other hand, if I lost, they would set a date and place for an all-out clash with Black Storm, and if they won that, they would take Lauren as their prize.

Just the mere audacity of them to say that was enough to make my blood boil.

“Are you going to tell Jake about it?” George asked.

“No,” I answered.

I had sent Jake away precisely because I didn’t want him to find out about the race. He would just try to dissuade me. Dirt bike racing was dangerous, after all.

“And don’t you tell him either,” I warned George.

I needed Jake to stay with Lauren. After all, we had no proof the Devils weren’t working with Clyde Roarke. This could very well be one of his ploys, something to keep Jake and me busy so that he could get his hands on Lauren. I couldn’t allow that.

“Jake should have just led an attack on their HQ,” George said with a sigh. “Then all this would be settled by now.”

Maybe in the past, that was what Jake would have done, but he was being careful this time, not wanting anyone to get hurt unnecessarily, not wanting to create more trouble. Maybe it was because of Lauren.

“Do you really think that would fix everything?” I asked George.

He shrugged. “At the very least, we’d have avenged what happened at Billie’s. We all know the Devils were the ones who pulled off that shit.”

That was what the members of Black Storm believed since they didn’t know about Clyde Roarke. Jake hadn’t told them. He was worried that they would blame Lauren for what happened at Billie’s.

“I’ll avenge Billie’s,” I told him. “And I’ll make sure the Devils leave Black Storm alone.”

This was my chance to protect everyone, not just Lauren. It was my chance to repay Black Storm for everything they had done for me. Yes, dirt bike racing was dangerous, but I was confident in my bike and my abilities. There was no way I was going to lose.

“Send the Devils a message,” I instructed George. “Tell them to name the time and place and I’ll be there.”

George’s eyebrows arched. “Are you sure?”

I grabbed my Black Storm jacket from the back of the chair and put it on. “Oh, and tell them I’m going to bury them in the dirt.”

If they wanted to mess with me, fine, but I was going to make them regret picking a fight with me.

Like I said, I never lose.

“Riders, are you ready?” the guy on the megaphone, the owner of the local bike shop, shouted at the top of his lungs as he stood in front of the starting line.

I twisted my throttle and revved my engine in response.

My bike was in mint condition. I had my gloves on, and my helmet strapped tight. I could already feel the adrenaline buzzing in my veins, every muscle in my body raring to go.

I was ready.

My opponent, some Devil called Red, was ready as well.

I’d never seen him before, but I couldn’t care less about that. I was more surprised by the fact that he was riding a Husqvarna, which was definitely expensive.

Did they have some secret billionaires as well?

Whatever. My KTM was by no means shabby in comparison.

As I continued to warm up my engine, I took a moment to glance to my left. Several members of Black Storm had shown up to support me, probably because George had rallied them. They had donned their black leather jackets proudly, chanting my name and jeering at the guys in maroon jackets across them.

For a second, I wished Jake and Wade were here. Their support would mean the most to me. I had to accept that Jake wasn’t, though, since I was the one who decided to keep him away. As for Wade, I had no clue where he was, not having heard from him since he left the mansion.

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