Page 85 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

“And you don’t fool me,” I told him. “You might look scary, but you’re just a big boy who’s scared of frogs.”

The blood drained from his face. I smirked. Who said you needed your fist to take someone down?

“Just move faster,” he ordered, his temper sour now. “Or I will carry you.”

Oh boy. He just liked to make threats, didn’t he?

“Fine,” I answered grudgingly.

I definitely didn’t want to be carried like a sack of potatoes, either. It was just as problematic as getting knocked out, if not more humiliating. I had no choice but to pick up the pace.

Eventually, we reached a clearing. Clyde was sitting on a log. He grinned when he saw me, the gleam of triumph in his eyes making me feel sick. I did my best to ignore it, looking around instead to see how many enemies I could spot that Jake and Max would be up against.

One. Two. Five. Seven. Nine. Ten. There were at least a dozen of them, making me worry, but then I saw the farthest one suddenly disappear from my sight without a sound. Seconds later, another one up in a tree fell as if he’d just suddenly fainted, yet I didn’t hear a crash.

What the hell was going on?

Then I saw a familiar figure in the distance, a tall figure with light brown hair wearing a bulletproof vest. My heart skipped a beat.

Max?

I almost wanted to scream his name, but he looked at me with a finger held to his lips, making me purse mine.

Right. If he and Jake were outnumbered, they needed the element of surprise in order to win, which meant I had to pretend I hadn’t seen what I just saw. I had to be quiet and patient.

Very well, then. I said nothing as the guard who had brought me pushed me to my knees on the ground in front of Clyde, who leaned forward on his knees, staring at me.

“Well, well, well,” he said, rubbing his arm. “Look who failed to escape from me again. Really, Lauren. Shouldn’t you stop trying?”

“Never,” I sneered, the knowledge that Max and Jake were here giving me courage.

As long as I had them, I had nothing to fear, especially not the piece of shit who was sitting in front of me.

Living up to my description of him, Clyde grabbed me painfully by the hair with his left hand. “You little bitch. You think you’re so tough and so smart, don’t you? Well, I’m going to show you just how weak and stupid you are. Once the chopper gets here, I’m going to take you somewhere no one will ever find you, and I’m going to cage you and drug you so that you’ll never run away again. I’m going to make you pay for all the trouble you’ve caused me until you beg and…”

I stopped listening, my gaze on Jake, who was slowly approaching Clyde from behind like a tiger closing in on its prey.

He had come for me just as he did before, just as I knew he always would. He was my hero. My haven. My…

Clyde’s palm hit my cheek. “How dare you ignore me when I’m talking to you, bitch? What are you looking at, anyway?”

“Nothing,” I answered, meeting his gaze.

He didn’t believe me, though. He stood up, looking behind him as he rubbed his arm. Fortunately, Jake had managed to hide, but now, Clyde was alert, which meant Jake would have a hard time launching an ambush attack against him. Clyde alsoseemed to be anxious now, as if finally getting the suspicion that something had gone wrong.

I had to do something to distract him fast.

“Spider!” I shouted, pointing my gaze at the bottom of the log behind Clyde.

He jumped back in fright as he looked down. The guy who caught me turned his head as well. Then both of them frowned.

Clyde glared at me. “Are you trying to make a fool of me again? First, you mess with my frogs. Now, you think you can scare me with spiders? You insolent whore!”

He lifted his hand to slap me again, but this time, it didn’t fall. Jake appeared behind Clyde, grasping his wrist firmly.

Clyde looked at him in shock, then anger. “You!”

The other guy tried to come to his rescue but fell after taking one step. As I gazed into the distance, I saw Wade holding a gun, my eyes growing wide.

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