Page 35 of Royal Sons MC

"My family will kill you all," she whispered.

Traeger didn't answer until he'd brought the car to a stop, waiting until King and Tiana got out, then he turned to Kailani. "Let's get something straight. Your basura will never be allowed to hurt you or anyone else again." He caught her chin when she tried to turn away from him.

Knowing she understood him, he had no remorse in calling her family trash. Traeger was fluent in several languages, Spanish being one of them. Although she probably spoke the prettier version than him, it all rolled down to her family being no better than the basura he'd called them. Now, Kailani, he wasn't including her in that terminology. She was all softness and curves who'd been dealt a shit hand. If she'd let him, he'd gladly show her not all men were monsters, but at the end, he probably wasn't much better since he couldn't offer her much more than a fantastic fuck and an excellent Harley to ride on. Although he did own a nice home near the ocean and not too far from the clubhouse.

Shit, he needed to get his head on straight and stop thinking about a future with a woman so far out of his league. "Let's go, they're waiting on us," he said, opening the driver's door, knowing time wasn't on their side. He fired off a quick text to his friend Cosmos, who had the perfect place for him and Kailani to hide out.

"Shit, do I really gotta kill this pretty little thing?" Digger asked.

KAILANI GASPED. "WHAT, I thought you were the good guys?"

King tipped his head up toward the sky, then back toward the open passenger door. "He means your car. Digger has a thing for cars, which is why he drives a cage."

Digger walked forward, his hand held out. "Don't mind them. I'm Digger, and surely, we can give this girl a pardon or something. I mean, what did she ever do to anyone?" Instead of taking Kailani's hand, he went to the car, running his palm over the hood, murmuring to her. "It's alright, girl, daddy's here. I'll see if I can't save you. I bet I can find the tracker and disable it if you give me fifteen minutes." He pressed his hands to his chest in a mock prayer stance.

The other vehicle rolled up, tossing a slew of gravel. "No tail and I'm pretty sure the last vehicle that's still on its four wheels has a pissed-off passenger." A grin split his lips.

"What makes you say that?" Traeger asked, pulling Kailani with him toward the men.

The man shrugged. "When we circled back, he bashed the driver's face against the steering wheel and could be heard cursing in another language loudly. We drove away whistling Dixie like we didn't have a care in the world. If they had a pickup coming, it would take them a while to get through that fucknut of a highway mess. We kinda made sure there was a little more," he paused, making air quotes before continuing, "accidents for them to navigate through. You're welcome, ladies. Names Coal, if you were wondering. Not you, because you look like jailbait, and I ain't got time for that. Fuck," he yelled, rubbing the back of his head after getting hit by King.

"Shut up before I hit you again," King said.

Coal nodded. "This is me shutting up." Coal made a zipping motion with his finger over his lips.

"How is he not dead yet?" Digger asked.

"He's a master at computers. I guarantee he has something to find the tracker on her car, so play nice." King tipped his head toward the car.

Coal rubbed his hands together. "We get to keep the car if we find the tracker?"

Kailani raised her hand. "Excuse me, but has anyone forgotten that car belongs to me?"

The two men, who she realized were like two big goofs, looked at her with sheepish expressions. "Sorry," they said in unison.

"If you can find the tracker, it's all yours," she said with a tight smile.

King whistled through two fingers. "Ten minutes, and then we're out of here. Kailani, where's your other cage, car?" he asked, correcting himself.

She gave him the directions, realizing these men wouldn't take no for an answer, yet they hadn't used any force to demand she do as they said. If she were to walk away, she was sure they'd stop her, even subdue her, but they wouldn't hurt her. God, she hoped she was right in her assessment of the men. Her creeper meter used to be excellent. Hello, look at her family, but damn if she wasn't ready to jump on Trigger or Traeger and see if he could make her forget her past.

"Got 'em," Digger crowed, pulling her from her thoughts. "Less than four minutes. Who's your daddy?" The big, tattooed biker-looking guy made a humping motion with her car fender, making her laugh.

"Ah, so she does laugh. If you want your car, I can make it happen," Traeger said next to her, his warmth soothing her frayed nerves.

She looked at the expensive piece of metal she'd earned, shaking her head. "He can have it. Hey, um, Mr. Digger. Her name's Suzy, but you can rename her. She can go from zero to sixty and isn't temperamental in the least." She knew they'd probably put her car through some chop shop, but the little car she'd bought with money she'd squirreled away was one she would treasure.

"She just called me Mr. I like this chick. Can we keep her?"

Traeger took a step toward Digger, but King stepped into his path. "Don't kill him. We need him to drive one of these cages. Jones, get your ass out here and drive Suzy to Grills, don't make any unnecessary stops, and take Boggs with you. Let's roll. I ain't got all night to stand around like this is a circle jerk," King muttered.

Why did she tear up overhearing them call her car by the nickname she gave? She had no clue but dammit, her eyes watered like a bitch. She blinked several times, trying to stave off an impending breakdown. Once at a place where she could fall face first on the nearest bed, where it was comfortable, and letting herself go wasn't scary. She knew the waterworks would come. For the past five years, she'd had to be strong and take what they gave her without question, or else the consequences would worsen. Now, with freedom so close she could almost touch it, she was on the verge of losing it. "Keep it together," she whispered to herself.

"You're doing great. Like I said. I'll keep you safe." Traeger gripped her neck, giving her what she was sure he thought was a reassuring squeeze, and strangely enough, it did reassure her. His strong hands didn't hurt her. No, they sent warmth and longing down her spine, settling into her stomach.

Kailani didn't trust these feelings coursing through her. Since she'd turned eighteen, she'd become nothing but a pawn, something her brother and, yes, even her father could use as leverage. A dress-up doll that they would bring out to get what they wanted, depending on the situation. They'd dressed her in designer clothing, saying it was a special night. In true form, they'd stood her on a podium, and her father auctioned off her virginity like a prized bull. A shudder wracked her at the memory. Luckily for her, the man who'd bought her for that particular weekend hadn't been cruel nor too old, but he'd not been one she'd chosen to be with to lose her virginity or all the other things he'd done. "We need to go," she said, looking at the exit they'd come off of. The longer they stayed where they were, the more chances they had of her brother finding her.

"What's got you spooked? Digger got the tracker off your car, and if I had to guess, he's already sent a signal out leading them away from us." He looked over to where the man was climbing into her car.

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