Page 60 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

His eyes meetmine and the words fade away. Even at the doorway, men can’t fight that survival instinct. It’s buried too deep inside us. Brooks fights for life. Fights to stay awake. But eventually, this is a fight we all lose. He slumps over more and his breathing is so slow, neither me nor Zayna can hear it.

“Is he dead?” she whispers.

“Not yet. Just asleep.”

“Should we stay?”

“We don’t have to. They won’t find him until practice tomorrow. 7:30 a.m.”

She shivers, her body moving even closer to mine than before. Her next inhalation is slow. She’s never seen anything like this before and I can tell that she is deeply fascinated by Brooks’ death now that her fear has settled.

“I’ll hop out the window first,” I whisper, planting my first gentle kiss on Zayna’s cheek. “Then I’ll catch you.”

“He looks pale,” she says, her voice tinged with sadness and again, curiosity. But no regret.

“Blood leaving his extremities. Trying to keep him alive.”

It’s some shit I heard in a movie. But I want her to feel safe with me. I need her to think that I know everything under the sun and that she doesn’t have to keep a single thought in her head when she’s near me.

“They’ll think it’s a suicide,” she whispers. The best plans are always simple.

“Yup,” I whisper, letting my hand wander to Zayna’s soft ass as my appetite for her grows stronger. “Let’s go…”

I kiss her on the cheek again and she follows me to the window of his room. Zayna climbs out without casting a final look behind her. No regret. No remorse. This is exactly what I wanted.

Tonight,we’re sleeping somewhere else. Better keep moving while I work. The next man on the list goes to college on the other side of Boston. Technically, in the beautiful section of the city called Somerville. Ethan Shaw owns a small two bedroom condominium in Somerville that he won in a poker game when he was the last man standing with some Irish mobster named Darragh Murray.

Lucky for me, Ethan owes me a favor, so that’s where we get to bed down tonight. Unfortunately, I plan on breaking Ethan’s one rule. Don’t fuck in my bed.

I promisedhim that I wouldn’t… but sometimes in tough and sticky situations, you have to lie to get what you want. I plan on fucking Zayna every single way I can in that bed… Ethan has a washing machine.

When I park, Zayna seems surprised.

“This isn’t your house,” she says.

I laugh. “Why? Too fancy?”

“It doesn’t seem like your style.”

“Correct,” I tell her, taking the helmet from Zayna and pointing her towards the front door. “It belongs to a club member.”

“It’s close to Laguna Grove.”

“Yup.”

Zayna slips her hand in mine. My dick almost jumps out of my pants. She touched me first. Holy shit, she touched me first. She rarely touches me first.

We have takeout for dinner. Zayna craves Thai food — I asked her to pick what we were eating, thinking our options were pizza or burgers — and I have to find something on that bizarre Asian menu that sounds good. I’m too scared to pronounce anything, but I point to what I want and Zayna uses my phone to place an order for delivery. I didn’t know what the fuck Pad Thai was, but clearly, I’ve been missing out. This shit is delicious. And salty. I finish my portion and pick at Zayna’s a little too. She doesn’t eat as much as I do.

When she’s all done, I ask her if she’s okay.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she says, flashing me a quick, scared smile.

“I need to clean up. Shower?”

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