Page 31 of The Biker Alien

“This has gone on far enough. I’ll be there as quickly as I can.”

“Alone?” Hal asks.

I hesitate. “That might be the easiest way to get her out.”

“Or the easiest way to get you killed, which has to be their endgame,” he points out.

“I don’t care. I’m saving her.”

I hang up. Come hell or high water, I’m going to save her.

In fact, I’ll fucking drown that fucker in the high water and send him straight to hell.

11

Teri

It’sa warehouse I’m brought to. A fucking warehouse. How cliché is that?

Except once I’m brought inside, my hands bound, dragged along by Jamey, the inside is not that of a warehouse at all. It’s actually a house on the inside, a very fancy-looking one at that. What in the world is this place.

“Joey is going to enjoy killing you,” Jamey taunts as he directs me over to some ludicrous staircase that looks like it should be in a southern plantation for belles to walk down in ridiculous gowns. I would look like a whale in one of those balloon gowns.

“I thought you said he wanted to talk to me.”

“Oh, yes. You two will talk, and then…” He halts halfway up the sitars and draws his finger across his throat. “Curtain will go down on you.”

I lift my chin. “I don’t think so.”

He laughs. “Why? Because big bad Alec Atwood is going to come and save you? Yeah, well, maybe that’s precisely what Joey wants. Huh? Ever think of that?”

I swallow hard and say nothing.

Jamey just laughs that much harder at that.

He yanks on my arm hard, practically dragging me up the stairs. We head down the hallway and then actually go back down a much smaller set of stairs. Trying to confuse me or… I’m not sure what’s going on, but we go down a narrow hallway, and he knocks on a door.

I opens, and another burly guy is there. He gestures for us to come in, and I’m brought over to a chair. The new guy ties me to the chair and then ties my ankles to the chair legs for good measure.

“My nose itches,” I tell Jamey. “Do you think you could scratch it for me?”

“Sure,” he says, reaching into his pocket. “With this, maybe?”

He brandishes a knife.

I gulp and glance away.

Jamey laughs and leans in real close. “I’m the one you should’ve killed out of the three of us.” He straightens and turns to the other guy. “Does he know she’s here?”

“He’ll be here when he gets here.”

“And here I am.”

My back is to the door, but I can only assume the newcomer is none other than Joey Carpenter, the head of the Rebel Brothers.

His footsteps are loud, purposefully, and he walks around to face me. He’s strong and muscular, but not nearly as tall as Alec. He smiles a me, and I bet he thinks he’s all charming, but I see through this charade.

He’s a monster.

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