Page 12 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

I was walking down the hallway when a door in front of me opened. A man emerged and as our eyes met we both froze. I’d forgotten all about Dane’s men! He moved first, taking a step in my direction which woke me from my temporary paralysis. With a squeak I spun around to go back the way I’d come, knowing that it was a lost cause. I had barely made it several feet when I was grabbed from behind.

I screamed before it was cut off from a rough hand across my mouth. “Mr. Winthrop is eager to get you back, baby,” he said low against my ear, while crushing me against the wall. I turned my face so that I could breath, straining against his hold. “But he didn’t say what condition he wanted you back in.” Suddenly I could see a knife out the corner of my eye as he brought it up to eye level. “Be ashamed to mess up this pretty face.”

Mess up my face? He thought I was worried about my face when I knew that Dane was probably going to kill me? The front of my body was against the wall, so there wasn’t much I could do to gain my freedom. He had his arms across the top half of my shoulders and the rest of his bulk easily held mine immovable. I could feel his cock growing hard against my ass and couldn’t believe that he was getting turned on. The pig!

I groaned angrily, and strained to no avail. He just laughed and caressed my cheek with the smooth side of the knife. “Now, you’re gonna come with me nice and quiet, or I’ll kill you right here and tell Mr. Winthrop that I didn’t have a choice.”

Maybe that would be the best way, to just let him end it now. Then I could stop worrying about dying, about running away and having to look over my shoulder all the time. My dying would solve Hawk’s problems, too. But then I thought what the hell? This wasn’t me. I wanted to live like the next person. I didn’t deserve what was happening to me. It wasn’t my fault that Dane had turned out to be a murdering villain. I wasn’t done living yet, and I wasn’t done fighting.

As long as I had breath in my body…

I let myself relax, feeling the immediate mistake from the man holding me. Thinking that I’d given in, he also relaxed. I used that to my advantage and gave him a hard thrust back with my butt, at the same time twisting my mouth in an angle that allowed me to bite down on his hand. He let out a howl and for a second, no more, no less, I was free.

“Fucking bitch!” he swore, grabbing me by the collar and slamming me right back in the same spot against the wall. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, but first I’m gonna fuck your ass.”

This time my back was against the wall, but he flipped me around easy enough. Then I felt his hand at the front of my jeans, unsnapping them and lowering the zipper.

“No!” Where the hell was everyone? The proprietor of the bar, or any of the girls? Where the fuck was Hawk? Surely I wasn’t alone! How could something like this happen in a public place and no one be around to help? Realizing that I might actually be on my own, I started to struggle wildly to get away. I screamed as loud as I could.

“Scream again and I’ll fuck you with this,” he threatened, flashing the knife before my eyes again.

I felt sick to my stomach.

“Step away from the woman.”

The man behind me stilled, and we both turned to see Hawk and his two friends standing there in the hallway, blocking it with their huge bodies. Under normal circumstances I would have felt relief, but Hawk wasn’t like any normal man I’d ever met. Looking at him then, his stony expression and the coldness in his eyes backed that up.

“Fuck off, she’s mine. I’m taking her with me.” The man was obviously too enraged to realize the danger he was in.

“Can’t let you do that,” Hawk growled menacingly.

“Who’s gonna stop me?” he asked smugly. “I didn’t come alone.”

The man clearly had a death wish.

“Yeah, we saw the other pussy you came with,” said one of Hawk’s men.

“The woman belongs to us,” said the other one.

The man laughed. “She fucking all three of you? Mr. Winthrop will love hearing that.”

I felt him slowly back away from me, and reached down to quickly do up my jeans. My gaze locked on to Hawk’s. The briefest jerk of his head indicated that he wanted me to go to him. I did so without hesitation. His eyes never left mine and when I reached him he took me by the arm and pulled me behind him.

“Clay, take her to my bike.”

The next thing I knew I was being pulled away, taken outside, and then situated on Hawk’s motorcycle. Clay mounted his own and then lit up a cigarette. I glanced over at the vehicle Dane’s men had arrived in, wondering about his partner.

“He’s been taken care of.” Clay said, guessing my thoughts.

I glanced at Clay to see him smile around the cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. I didn’t want to know how they’d taken care of him. I didn’t care. If he’d been anything like the asshole inside I was glad I didn’t have to worry about him anymore. Dane had loved me once, how could he send men like that after me? Then I realized the stupidity of my thought.

Money talked.

We didn’t have to wait long for Hawk and the other biker to join us. I glanced over them, looking for what I didn’t know. My gaze was captured by the cold intensity in Hawk’s eyes. That would have been a good time for him to just dump me and ride off. I half expected it. He didn’t need the trouble. I was sure his club had enough all on their own. I steeled myself for the words, but they didn’t come.

Without words, he mounted his bike and then we were taking off.

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