Page 33 of The Biker's Red Christmas

It's fucking Sienna. She turns her head in my direction, and the minute I see her wide, scared eyes, I pick up speed.

"Shit!" I hear the man to the side of her yell before he pushes her down and takes off toward the cars.

"Stop him!" I yell out to those behind me. I swerve off and go to Sienna.

"Be careful, he has a gun!" she exclaims, but I'm not worried about any of my brothers against one gun. It's almost too easy to catch the little twerp before he has a chance to get to his car.

I look down at Sienna. She's still on the ground, her dress hiked up higher than I want it to be. I've never felt a rage like this before. I fucking trusted her. I told her I needed her to be safe, and it was like it didn't even matter what I would feel if something happened to her. She didn't give a shit about me or what I was trying to do to help her and her friends. She's a selfish bitch, and I don't want anything to do with her.

"Lash, what do you want to do with him?" Spike and Tella walk over to me, the unconscious man hanging limply between them.

"Take him back to the clubhouse. Tie him up," I order. I'm going to have a little fun with him. I need someone to take all this anger out on.

I continue to glare down at Sienna, and my heart ices up as I watch her bottom lip tremble. Is she really going to cry right now? Does she really think that's going to do something to me?

"Brother, take your woman home. Seems like you have a lot to talk about," Leo speaks from the side of me, and it's only his voice that breaks through the hate I feel seething inside.

I reach down to help her up, and she jumps on the bike behind me. My entire body tenses when she wraps her arms around my waist.

"I'm sorry, Lash. I'm so sorry," she whispers, but I can't hear it. I don't want to hear it. I knew she would be a problem from the very first moment I laid eyes on her. Now she's got me twisted in knots, and all I want is to be free of her. After tonight, I think I just might have to let her go. My sanity isn't worth this.

14

SIENNA

Lash doesn't say a word to me as he zips through the light traffic back to my place. I expected him to scream at me, to call me stupid, to do something, but this silent treatment is worse than all of that. I rub my hands up and down on his stomach, but he doesn't react to me at all.

It wasn't too long ago that I hated him and would never think to touch him like this, but now that I've experienced what his love feels like, I don't think I'm going to be able to survive without it. My heart drops to my feet when we get to my house, and instead of turning off the bike, he simply stops and waits for me to get off. He's going to drive off.

I can't allow it. I need to do something to show him that I'm sorry.

I slowly slide off the back of the bike, making sure to mind the muffler so I don't burn my legs. I play up my injury as I step onto the sidewalk.

"I might need a little help getting inside. Can you come with me, please?" I ask him and hold my breath, waiting to hear his response. He groans but still doesn't say anything. He turns off the bike, swings his leg over, and offers me his arm to lean on.

I walk slowly, trying to think of a way to get him to talk to me, but nothing I come up with seems like it'll work. I've never been this lost in my life.

By the time we actually get inside my apartment, he still hasn't said a word to me. He helps me inside and turns to walk right back out.

"No, Lash, wait." I grab hold of his vest and tug him backward. He pulls his arm away nearly violently, but I'm not going to be deterred. I slide in front of him, using my body to block the closed door that leads outside. If he wants to leave, he's going to have to physically go through me. It's a dangerous game I'm playing, but it's the only option I have left.

"Please wait. Just listen to me."

"Sienna, get the fuck out of my way," he growls at me.

"Don't talk to me like that," I snap at him.

"Don't talk to you like what? Like someone I don't give a fuck about? Like someone who I didn't just spend the better part of a week convincing that I was falling for her? Nah, I'm not going to do that. I'm going to speak to you exactly how you deserve. I'll speak to you like you're just some selfish bitch who nearly got me and my brothers killed all because you couldn't keep your simple ass home!" His tirade starts low, but by the end, he's shouting at me.

Every last one of his words strikes like a whip against my skin. I don't stop the tears from falling down my face.

"You don't mean that. I know you don't mean that." I shake my head side to side, desperately trying to keep myself in denial.

"I do mean it. I told you to wait. I told you I'd handle it," he shouts at me.

"Lash, I just wanted to help. I didn't know it was going to go like that." I look up at him.

"Yes, you did. I told you it'd go like that. I told you I'd fucking die if something were to happen to you. You told me you wouldn't go. You made me trust that you'd be safe. How the hell can you sit here and pretend to care for me and do something like that? What the hell am I even arguing with you for?" He shakes his head and grabs me by my shoulders to physically move me out of the way.

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