Page 49 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

It was true, though. I didn’t deserve her. She was young, adventurous, and optimistic, and she deserved a man who could truly make her happy, like Max. Max could give her everything. Or Wade. I was surprised to see him in Lauren’s bed, but I was glad that he had the courage to overcome his past and take a chance on another woman. He didn’t look like he was going to regret it later either, like I had.

I wasn’t right for Lauren. I would just hold her back and get in her way. So why did I still want her more than anything I’d ever wanted before in my life?

I was still wrestling with my thoughts as I sat on a stool beside my bike, struggling to find the answers to my questions when my phone rang. George’s name appeared on the screen.

I took a deep breath and answered the call. “George?”

“Jake.”

Even from just one syllable, I could hear the fear in George’s voice. I just knew something terrible had happened.

I stood up. “What’s wrong?”

“You have to come to Billie’s.”

“Billie’s?” My eyebrows furrowed. “I thought it was closed for tonight because Billie’s out of town.”

“It is, but Randy just called me. He said he forgot something, so he dropped by the bar and he found that…”

“That what?”

“Someone broke into the place, trashed everything.”

My eyes grew wide. What the hell?

I grabbed the keys to my bike. “I’ll be right there.”

Billie’s had indeed been broken into and trashed, the tables and chairs overturned, the wooden Black Storm cloud that hung from the ceiling on the floor covered in knife slashes and spray paint. The bottles of liquor and the glasses behind the bar had all been shattered to pieces, the expensive alcohol splattered everywhere. Even the frame that held Sam’s picture was broken and on the floor as if someone had stepped on it a dozen times.

My hands clenched into fists just looking at all the mess.

“What about Billie’s room upstairs?” I asked, fearing the worst.

“It’s locked,” Randy answered. “They left it alone.”

Thank goodness for that at least. And thank goodness Billie wasn’t here. Or did they know that and seize the opportunity to strike?

“They came in through the back door,” George said. “The spare key is missing.”

My forehead creased. “They found the key?”

George shrugged. “It seems so.”

Strange. Given all the mess in the room, I thought they’d broken down the back door, too, or at least, broken the locks.

Randy shook his head. “This is terrible. I don’t even know where to start cleaning up.”

“Have any of you talked to Billie?” I asked.

“I have,” George answered. “She was shocked, of course.”

“Did you tell her not to come back yet?”

“I told her it might be safer for her to stay away, but I think she’ll need to hear it from you.”

I nodded. “I’ll call her first thing tomorrow.”

“Do you think it’s the Devils that did this?” George asked. “Are we all in danger now?”

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