Page 26 of The Biker Alien

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Teri

It’s a long,slow day. I swear that as the hours pass by, fewer and fewer customers come by, and there are a lot of cancelations that I really can’t afford to have. Has news spread about the gangs and them being associated with my shop? I really can’t have that. I don’t want to crash and burn.

Why the hell did Alec ever have to show up at my place?

Thankfully, though, no one else from either gang comes to my place, and I’m able to work on some of my detailing jobs, working ahead. Some clients will pay a tip if I finish the jobs early, and I would really appreciate that right about now.

And no, I will never accept dinner as a tip again.

Although that hadn’t been a tip.

Fuck. No matter what I do, I can’t completely get Alec out of my head. I hate that he’s living rent free in my head, but it’s the truth. When I can separate him from the gang, I can’t deny that I had been wildly attracted to him.

But I also know next to nothing about him, and that’s a huge warning sign.

I still know next to nothing about him, and I shouldn’t even think about learning anything more.

Not even if this whole mess ends and he’s still alive.

We’re done.

Yes, the sex had been amazing, but it’s not worth my life, and even if my safety can be guaranteed, I’m not doing it. My peace of mind has been shot. The Rebel Brothers have come to my place of work, and they probably know where I live.

Which means I can’t stay at my home. Even if I want to. And I do want to, but I can’t pretend that everything is fine and dandy right now.

Once I finish up work, I do head home, though. I just need a few clothes, and I need my gun.

After quickly packing enough clothes for a week, I check outside. No signs of anyone. I’ll just quickly clean my gun and then be on my way.

My hands shake a little as I clean the gun. It had been my father’s. He wanted me to always feel safe, and I did. Not because of the gun but because of him. Once he died, though, having the gun was a boon. I felt so lost, but I didn’t feel scared.

The sound of glass shattering from my kitchen has me grabbing my gun out of the case. I hadn’t even had time to close the case to pack it up, but that’s a good thing.

I stand from my living room couch, my gun pointed at the kitchen door as Adan makes an appearance.

“You should’ve taken up Joey’s offer,” he says. He grins broadly. “Put down your gun, little lady.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You’re coming with us—”

I shoot him. Square in the head.

Adan goes down, and I take a few steps backward.

Shit. I just killed him. He didn’t pull a weapon on me or anything. Not technically self-defense, but he had threatened me.

Fuck. Joey’s going to find out about this, and I’m going to get myself killed. Maybe Josh too. Maybe even Alec because I just know he’s going to be coming around gain.

“What the fuck?” Nigel mumbles from the kitchen.

Shit. I should’ve checked to see how many of them were here before I fired one of them.

I slowly try to walk backward, my gun still trained on the kitchen opening as I retreated toward the front door. Where the hell is Josh?

Nigel is there, staring down at Adan, and I don’t hesitate.

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