Page 8 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“Don’t throw up,”he says. “Just breathe.”

His handon my chest has the strange effect of calming me down but once I’m calm enough to have control over myself, all I want is to get away from this terrifying blue-eyed demon. I lean back, prying my cheeks from his grasp and I let out an ungodly scream.

“Ruger!”Tanner yells.

“She’s fine,”he says. “She’s fine.”

“What happened?”Quin asks.

I’m still shuddering a little,but I can breathe and now that I let out that “what the fuck” scream, I feel like I can stand up on my own. If this man will let me. I expect him to be looking at Quin since she just asked him a question and I mistakenly make eye contact with him as he answers.Ruger. His name is Ruger. What type of redneck ass name is that?

“Midnight SS came to get Darlene,” he says. “We were in the middle of something. I handled the situation.”

“You call this handling the situation?” Tanner growls. “What are you, Jeffrey fucking Dahmer? And where the fuck is Darlene?”

“I didn’t fuck them in the ass,” Ruger responds, focusing on exactly the wrong thing. “They just pissed me off.”

A shiver runs down my spine. This man beheaded three people on spikes because theyjust pissed him off.Tanner doesn’t back down, thankfully. I would feel way fucking worse if there was no one between me and this goddamn maniac. With his hands on my cheeks, it almost feels like it’s just the two of us. He just keeps staring down at me with those horrifyingly blueeyes. Like glaciers. So blue they’re almost clear, with the most intense dark blue rim around the irises.

“Ruger, eyes here,” Tanner growls.

But Ruger doesn’t flinch.Doesn’t even move for a full minute. He just watches me and the two of us breathe together. I can feel the rage emanating off the red-headed man as Ruger slows everything down. My lungs expand slowly and replacing the scent of blood is something else.

I know it’s the man with his arms outstretched, but I don’t want to believe a demon like him could smell like…that.He finally drops his hands from my face and reaches for my hand.

“Stand up,” he says as I stare at his outstretched hand, confused, grossed out… and concerned that touching this man will somehow transmit his crazy over to me. Considering how I ended up here… maybe that’s not such a bad idea. I take his hand as the red-head shifts in the dirt impatiently. I have to take his hand. I don’t see any other way onto my feet.

I thought stomaching blood and guts would be easier than this. I might be in over my head. Ruger’s hand has blond hair matted to the back of it with blood. He still has blood beneath his fingernails. I avert my gaze to the dirt before allowing myself to reach my hand out to his.

Ruger’s grip feels like it could snap my arm. I have to bite my lower lip to keep from crying out as he pulls me to my feet. My head spins and the heat has started building up sweat on my hairline. I’m on my feet and looking around. This trailer is isolated for miles but still… This white boy isn’t afraid of cops?

I look back at him over my shoulder. Of course he isn’t. He has one of those insane reverse mullet hairstyles, so he must be in his early or mid-twenties. He’s sunburned all over his pale, tattooed skin. Lots of tattoos.

“It’s a worse mess inside,” Ruger says. “Y’all better come in.”

“Do I want to know where Darlene is?”

I don’t askwho Darlene is, but obviously I want to know.

“She’s dead,”Ruger says. He flings open the entrance to the trailer. Quin sticks close to her husband as they peer through the entrance before following Ruger through. I’ve never been able to perceiveadrenaline running through my veins so damn clearly before.

It feels strange. Like I can see all the colors in the room a little sharper. Everything smells stronger – which threatens my barely surviving gut once I enter the room. The ceilings are low, but this is a typical double wide. Well, except for the layout. Quin and Tanner know what the fuck they’re about because once we get all the way into the trailer, I realize that Tanner is standing between me and the door with Quin strategically positioned to my left.

“Hey,” she says. “We’ll be out of here soon.”

“Huh,” Ruger says loudly. Everybody jumps. It doesn’t make me feel good that he can get the red-headed man to flinch. Hopefully his ass isn’t all talk. Some big men are nothing but talk…

“What the fuck happened in here?” Tanner says. “Please tell me this won’t be a problem for the club.”

The furniture isall moved to the edges of the room, except for the dining table in the center. It smells like raw meat and bleach. Putting my finger on the combination of disgusting smells causes me to retch. Quin puts her hand on my back, the warmth spreading through me stopping me from letting loose all overthe blue vinyl flooring with peeling and suspiciously bleached circles.

When I stand up on my own again, Ruger’s eyes are fixed on me. The shiver that runs down my spine feels like a giant centipede. I try to focus on details in the room. One at a time. The nipple light. The cleaned floors. A giant knife on the table.

“The three heads are Midnight SS. They came for Darlene.”

“Where are their bodies?” Tanner says, so matter of factly, that I can’t believe I doubted he was fucked up enough to handle the blond guy.

“Buried.”

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