Page 58 of Biker's Conquest: Property of Rage

She laughs and I hear typing. “Okay, I’m typing in a search for rental cars closest to you. Can you walk half a mile?”

“I’m pregnant, not dead.”

“Pregnant. Shit… That is so wild. I just celebrated my sixth anniversary of singlehood. No dates. No talking stages. No situationships. Sixth.”

Damn.

“It wasn’t how I expected things to go. Trust me. I was doing just fine in Chicago.”

She types a little more before replying. “Okay. I got you something at a rental spot a half mile away. I sent them copies of your driver’s license.”

“How do you have that?”

“My private investigator isn’t completely useless.”

“Thanks, girl.”

“Get going, hope they don’t ask too many questions andcall mewhen you’re safe.”

“I love you.”

“Same, cuz.”

I handKeighleigh back the phone and practically run the half mile to the rental place. They received Amanda’s panicked email, payment, and all the information, plus she took out an enormous insurance policy, so they happily handed me the keys. Everything comes down to liability at the end of the day, and I’m not going to argue about the comfortable Toyota Camry, even if they didn’t have time to clean it on such short notice.

It’s been so long since I’ve been in a car that I forgot how freeing it can be todrive.The Top Adult Hits are terrible, so I have to turn those off and listen to my thoughts the entire way. I still don’t have cash, so I’m starving, which means the baby is starving too… I need to eat.

The closer I get to Deacon’s house, the crazier I feel. Not because I’m driving back to Deacon’s house but because…this means I’m sure.For the first time since we’ve been together I had a real choice about where to go and who I want to be with, and even with pregnancy hormones, akidnapping, and one hell of a journey, I want to be with Deacon.

Deacon’s houselooks likeour homefrom a distance, but there’s a car parked out front next to Deacon’s. When I get closer to the house, I notice his fancy motorcycle is gone too. I don’t think Deacon went out for the day, but he could have. That doesn’t explain the spare car.

Another guy in the biker gang?

Unfortunately,I don’t have time to think. The baby has a foot pressed against my bladder and I feel the need to pee. I stuff the keys into my pocket, trying not to think about how gross I smell while I’m on my way to the door. I touch the handle and the door swings open on its own.

What the fuck?

I scream as a gigantic bald,bearded biker grabs my arm and pulls me into the house.

“Boss, this bitch is pregnant!”

“What the fuck? Who is she?”

My lips stay zipped.I can’t believe this.

“I NEED TO PISS!”I scream at them, even if I don’t really have to go. I just want this man to let me go and also, I don’twant them to kill me. Any bathroom here would offer me a chance at running away. I can’t say I would get very far but… I would try.

The man drops my hand, but there’s no point in celebrating because his fellow gang member rounds the corner and they both point guns at me.

Whoever the fuck they are…these aren’t Deacon’s friends. I put my hands in the air, jutting out my stomach, hoping they have empathy. But when I look at the men in Deacon’s house andreallylook at them, I realize I’m completely screwed.

I’m no expert in fucked up tattoos, but I know what a swastika is, and I know you have to be a crazy motherfucker to have one of those tattooed on your cheek. This situation might not be easy to remove myself from. All I can think about is protecting myself, and my baby…

The bald one gestures to a sandy haired, skinny-as-fuck gangster who drags me by the arm towards the basement. Blood rushes past my ears. They know exactly what they’re doing. Sandy throws the door open and a large scream pierces through the open door.

“MY HUSBAND WILL PUT YOUR HEAD ON A STAKE IF YOU DON’T LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

Sandy hair’s chuckle sends a shiver straight through me. Who the hell do they already have in this basement? I get my answer within moments as we turn around the corner towards the cell I haven’t seen in months. Why the hell would I go back to the basement on purpose?

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