Page 31 of Her Obsessed Biker
“I was in town, overheard some Sons of Decimation, they didn’t know who I was. They were bragging about finally having some leverage to use against the Kings, sayin’ they had someone who could get them Rock’s girl, and they were gonna meet him for the exchange, soon—today.”
“They say where?”
He shakes his head. “No, sir.”
I can barely hear him anymore over the sound of the rage boiling through my veins. The Sons of Decimation are mixed up in this too?
I’m immediately barking out orders at the remaining MC members in the bar, telling them to get everyone here. This means war.
My phone rings, and Deadeye’s voice comes through the line. My whole world narrows to a pinpoint as he fills in the only remaining information I need.
“We spotted someone matching the guy’s description. Near the old train yard, east side.”
I grab my keys as I explain the situation to my enforcer. I’ll go in first, hoping to beat the Sons of Decimation there, hoping it’s just her stepdad there now. Deadeye will get the club together and they’ll sweep in to have my back. To show the Sons of Decimation what happens when someone takes what’s mine.
Grizz doesn’t ask questions, just falls in line beside me, mounting his own bike like the soldier he used to be. The thunder of our engines tears down the road as we fly through Jackson Ridge, my blood howling in my veins.
Hold on, kitty.
I’m coming.
***
The place is a rundown warehouse on the edge of nowhere. Rusted sheet metal, half-collapsed roof, weeds as tall as my waist. There’s a truck, but no other bikes yet. I catch the glint of a moving shadow through the broken window, and everything inside me locks into place.
She’s in there.
I kick the door clean off its hinges.
“PIPER!”
My voice cracks like a gunshot, bouncing off the walls. And there she is. Tied to a chair with a busted lip. Her eyes are wide with fear, but still fierce. Brave.
Next to her is the bastard I presume to be her stepfather. He definitely wasn’t expecting me. Let himself get way too relaxed as he waited to make whatever fucked-up deal he had going with the Sons of Decimation.
I stride toward him, my body coiled tightly with rage. He’s mid-turn when I reach him, hands raised like he thinks that’ll save him.
It doesn’t.
I hit him once. Twice. Then again. And again.
A hit for every year of pain he put Piper through. A punch for everything he’s done. For what he was about to do. For thinking he could lay hands on my girl.
Blood runs down my knuckles, and I don’t stop until I hear her voice.
“Rock,” Piper whispers. Her voice is weak, shaky…but enough to pull me back from the edge.
I freeze, my chest heaving. I look at her and everything inside me breaks.
Grizz is already on his knees in front of her. His hands shake as he unties the ropes.
“Piper,” he murmurs, rough and low. “I’m sorry. For everything. For shutting down. For not saying what I should’ve when it mattered. I was…I didn’t know how to handle it. But I do now.”
He looks up into her eyes.
“You’re my daughter. And I will spend the rest of my life making that mean something.”
Piper stares at him, then crumples forward into his arms, sobbing against his chest. He holds her like a man begging for a second chance.
