Page 53 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

“Don’t worry about him. He’ll come around.”

I turned to see Jake standing behind me.

“Max is right, though,” I told him. “I got you all in a terrible mess. But don’t worry. I’ll pack my bags and leave.”

I headed to the hallway leading to the bedrooms, but Jake barred my path. “Nonsense. You’re not going anywhere.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “But…”

“None of this is your fault. It’s not your fault you dated a psycho, or that you ended up here. I was the one who invited you into this home. Even if the doctor didn’t diagnose you with amnesia, I would have done the same.”

My eyes grew wide. He would have?

I looked away, fidgeting with the pendant of my necklace. “I thought you’d be the first to want me gone.”

“I understand why you’d think that way, but you’re wrong.” Jake put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry I hurt you the other day. I acted like a jerk.”

As I looked up, I saw the sincerity in his eyes. Yes, he acted like a jerk, and he hurt me, but I didn’t have it in my heart to stay angry with him, especially not now.

“It’s okay,” I told him. “I forgive you.”

I reached up to touch his cheek, but he stepped back. Then he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head.

“Anyway, you just stay here,” he said. “I’ll take care of things.”

“You’re still not going to war with the Devils, are you?” I asked.

“No, but this Clyde Roarke just started one with Black Storm. Maybe it’s you he’s after, but we just can’t let what he did to Billie’s go.”

I nodded with understanding. As much as I didn’t want to put Black Storm in trouble, they were already involved. I couldn’t ask them to just stand down.

“What will you do?” I asked him.

“We’ll make a plan,” he answered. “But first, we have to make sure you’re safe. We have to move you somewhere else, somewhere Clyde won’t find you. Somewhere no one else in Black Storm knows about.”

My eyes grew wide. “Are you saying someone in Black Storm told Clyde about me?”

He shrugged. “Or one of the Devils. And they shouldn’t have known anything about you.”

So Jake was suspecting a turncoat in Black Storm? But I thought they were like a family.

Jake patted my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Like I said, I’ll take care of it.”

He started to walk off.

“Jake?” I called after him.

He glanced over his shoulder.

I held my hand to my chest. “Thank you.”

He just nodded, then continued walking, but stopped and turned around just before heading out the door to the garage.

“By the way, since you never had amnesia, does that mean you remember everything from your past?” he asked me.

“I think so.”

“Even from when you were a child?”

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