Page 6 of Intense Biker Daddy

But no one would actually think I was working for the Hell’s Renegades. I acted too much like a dumbass most of the time. Which was fine by me.

I got on my motorcycle and biked down the road. The father I got from the Demons’ headquarters, the better I felt. The only time I really felt like myself was when I was biking alone.

I went to a 24-hour liquor store a town or so away. I nodded to the bored cashier before going to browse the scotch and whiskey section. I didn’t really care what I bought, but I would need something for plausible deniability with the Demons. This trip only had two purposes: get out and clear my head, and maybe see an old friend.

After all, some of the Hell’s Renegades came here for booze now and then.

Sure enough, I saw Blaine in the back, looking at the Irish whiskey. He glanced at me before picking up a bottle of Jameson to scrutinize it. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I said, looking at the bottles of scotch. “Isn’t your old lady worried about you being out so late?”

“She and a couple of the other old ladies are out for the week on a girl’s trip,” he said. “They’re going to Disneyland.”

I realized how out-of-the-loop I was with everything going on and it made me feel sad. I missed the friendship and connection I felt hanging out with the Hell’s Renegades. I missed spending time with people who weren’t drug dealers or human traffickers, and I really missed existing without feeling like there was a giant target on my back.

Blaine seemed to realize this. “You look like shit,” he said.

“I need to get out of there,” I said. “I’m exhausted.”

His brow furrowed. “I’ll talk to Chase. You’ve already given us a lot of intel already. You’re no use to us if you go crazy while in there.”

I snorted but there was no humor in it. “I’ve already lost it. I lost it a long time ago.”

Blaine glanced around the store, which was completely empty. And then he looked up at the cashier who was busy playing a game on his cell phone. Once he made sure it was safe, he turned to look at me straight on. “You’re a mess, man. If you want to just walk away right now, no one will blame you. This isn’t an easy assignment for anyone.”

It was tempting. But I couldn’t. Not with Eva still in there. “Cobra has a girlfriend,” I said. “She’s constantly watched and she’s in a lot of trouble. I can’t leave without her.”

“We can get her in the next raid.”

I shook my head. “You don’t understand how much he controls her. There’s no way he would let her leave her to get rescued. He would shoot her first.”

Blaine nodded grimly. “Okay,” he said. “Just take care of yourself, man. Chase’ll get you out soon, I’m sure.”

I nodded. I just needed to get Eva out before then.

CHAPTER FIVE

Eva

The following days passed in a blur. Cobra continued to hurt me and toy with me, but it was slightly easier to put up with. I had the memories of Hudson to comfort me. He had been so kind to me and I remembered how he held me in his arms that night in the kitchen. He felt so strong and he didn’t recoil even though I was crying on his shirt. It felt like he would protect me from anything.

I knew that wasn’t true. Even if he did get off on taking care of people, he would never risk facing Cobra’s wrath to protect someone. It just wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t blame him. Cobra was terrifying when he was angry. I had been present on more than one occasion when he had made a full-grown man piss himself out of fear.

I would never expect him to put himself between me and Cobra.

But that didn't mean I didn't fantasize about it. I wanted to be in Hudson's arms. Sometimes, when Cobra was using me, I imagined it was Hudson kissing me and telling me I was a good girl. It made it a little more bearable.

A few days later, Cobra had left me tied to his desk chair to go to the Pleasure Room. The security camera feeds were displayed on his desk and I could see him using some of the women on the floor for his own pleasure. He deliberately made sure I could see the screen. Maybe he was trying to make me jealous because I was his "girlfriend". I couldn't bring myself to care. I only felt bad for the woman he was using.

I heard footsteps and the door opened. I turned bleakly to see Hudson standing there. I perked up. I tried to sit up, but it was difficult with my wrists duct-taped firmly to the chair.

He looked surprised to see me there. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't realize you were here."

"If you're looking for Cobra, he's in the Pleasure Room right now," I said.

"Right," he said. "I'll have to look there." He didn't look surprised by that news, though. His gaze lingered on me.

I tried to keep my expression neutral. I didn't want him to know how much I longed for him. But it was difficult. I never had much of a poker face. "H-how are you?" I asked weakly. It was almost humorous. I was never good at small talk, and it was so much more awkward with me duct-taped to a chair.

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