Page 20 of Her Beastly Biker
Whispered conversations between household staff gave me clues. My father was part of the “brotherhood”, a group of wealthy Southern families that committed felonies like others did good deeds. They bought off lawmen and evaded responsibility. They also married each other.
Hence, why I had been promised to Prescott freakin’ Masters. The Masters family was from Charleston and this marriage would further my father’s connections there.
My hands are sweaty as I make my way to the front foyer. Prescott waits there. His blonde hair is slicked back and his smile is cocky when I walk in.
“There’s my beautiful fiancé. You look lovely as always, Magnolia.” His sneer is so smarmy I want to punch his too perfect face. He leans closer and I try to step back. My mother’s hand on my back stops me. “I can’t wait until our wedding day, my love. Especially our wedding night.”
Bile rises in my throat.No way in hell am I sleeping with this ass.
I smile back. “It’s good to see you too, Prescott,” I lie. I wave my hand in front of my face. “Dear, we really will have to visit your choice of colognes once we’re married. It’s a bit too strong.”
Prescott’s face instantly hardens and my mother inhales sharply.
“Bitch,” he mutters and grabs my hand in a tight, bruising grasp.
For the next hour, I paste a fake smile on my face while we greet our guests. I almost forgot what being “Magnolia” was like. I miss being Maggie. I miss my life out west. Most of all, I miss Hawk.
Still, I muster on, my mind whirring with escape ideas.Maybe I could escape out the side door during everyone’s exit, maybe I could…
“You’re tied to me now, Magnolia. You’ll always be mine.” Prescott’s shark-like smile makes me shiver. I say nothing.
My mother claps her hands. “To the ballroom, my doves. To the ballroom.”
I turn to do my duty. I have my head down and my heart is heavy.
Then a loud sound interrupts the murmur of guests and the clink of the china in the ballroom. People start to notice and a sense of panic ripples through the room.
A roar…an overwhelming roar that grows closer and closer. A smile blooms on my face.
It’s the unmistakable roar of motorcycles. Fuck yeah.
Chapter Twenty
Hawk
When you cross one of us, you cross all of us. -Hawk
This big mansion has my girl inside of it.That’s my only recurring thought as we pull up to the elegant and massive brick structure. Apparently, my girl’s parents have some guests over today. There are cars lined up around the driveway and almost all the way to the gate.
We roar through the simple metal gate, not bothering with niceties. Today is the day I get my Maggie back. It took two days to get here, bringing my brothers with me. I had a local friend watching over the big house for me since we left, giving me updates. He’s barely seen Maggie, except when she was paraded out to lunch at some fancy place with her parents. My man said she seemed miserable the whole time.
We disregard the vehicles and ride up onto the grass. There’s a sense of satisfaction in the tracks we’re making in the perfect grass.
All my brothers cut their engines and come to a stop behind me.
I sit there for a second, contemplating my next move. There are already a few curious faces looking out the windows.
Good, I’m glad we’ve got your attention.
“It’s your show, Hawk,” Deadeye says in a deadpan voice. “Let’s get your girl.”
I nod and swing my leg over my bike.
There’s shouting before I can even get my helmet off.
“Get back here, Magnolia! Grab her Henry!” a man’s loud voice barks from the front entryway.
Magnolia? My Maggie?
