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Understanding dawns. She doesn't want to see the bodies. Smart girl.
She places her trembling hand in mine, then squeezes her eyes shut. Her hand is so small, so delicate compared to my scarred, bloodstained one.
I quickly guide her through the apartment and down the stairs. As we step out onto the street, Fury and Demon are just pulling up with Fiend and Zeus right behind. Relief shows in their expressions when they see Rowan.
"All clear?" Demon asks.
I gesture to the building with a flick of my chin. "Two disposals and cleanup."
Demon nods, then does a double-take when he realizes what I'm about to do.
I guide Rowan to my Harley, then feel her hesitate.
"I've never been on a motorcycle before," she whispers, her voice small.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. Just hold onto me."
I lift her effortlessly, setting her on the back of my bike before swinging my leg over in front of her. Behind me, I hear the responses of my brothers—a sharp intake of breath, a muffled cough, a gasp of surprise.
I know exactly what's going through their heads. In fifteen years as President of the Renegade Kings, I've never allowed a woman on the back of my bike. Not once. It's an unwritten rule—my Harley is mine and I ride alone.
Until now.
"Wrap your arms around me," I tell her, reaching back to guide them around my waist. "And hold on tight."
Her arms circle me hesitantly at first, then with more confidence as I rev the engine.
As I pull away from the curb, my brothers stare in shock at my statement—unspoken, yet blaringly loud.
Rowan is not just any woman. She'smywoman.
Now I just need to convince her of that.
Chapter 7
Rowan
Each turn has me pressing closer to Chaos, my cheek flattened against the leather of his cut, my thighs squeezing his hips.
Tonight gave new meaning to the term “shit show.” But right now, I feel safe. How is that possible? Why is it I feel safe with this outlaw biker?
He sent me away earlier, practically dismissed me from that warehouse back room like I was nothing more than an afterthought. But then he showed up at my apartment, killed two bad guys without hesitation.
And he’s all you’ve got.
No wonder I'm clinging to him like he's my lifeline.
The motorcycle slows as we approach a massive chain-link fence topped with razor wire. A guard shack stands beside an imposing gate, and a beefy guy with a full beard nods at Chaos before hitting a button. The gate slides open, and we roll through it into what looks like a compound. Or a prison.
Several buildings of various sizes sprawl across the fenced property. Motorcycles line one side, while pickup trucks occupy another area.
Chaos parks near what looks like a converted motel.
"Home sweet home," he says as I slide off the bike and he guides me inside with an arm around my shoulders.
The interior is nothing like I expect. Instead of some grimy bachelor pad, it's clean and organized. We pass through a common area where a few guys in cuts play pool and others sprawl on leather couches watching a massive TV. They all nod respectfully at Chaos while eyeing me with undisguised curiosity.
He leads me up a staircase to the second floor, down a hallway, through a door, and into a room that’s larger than my entire apartment. There’s a king-sized bed, a sitting area, and a private bathroom.
