Page 52 of Biker Daddies

The ride over to her apartment is quick since we speed. The road is a blur, the desert is a trap waiting for us to give in and walk into his horizon, which would be the smart thing to do considering what we are doing is suicide.

I no longer care.

Harlow is ours. Has been since the day we went to her apartment when she was drunk. Do I regret tattooing our patches on her? No. Do I wish it didn’t scare her? Yes.

We pull into her apartment complex and park next to her car.

“Think she’ll be welcoming?” Colt smirks, swinging his leg to get off his bike.

“Too fucking bad if she isn’t,” Bane says, slamming his helmet down on the seat. “I’m tired of playing nice.”

“You don’t know how to play nice.”

“Fuck you, Colt.”

Colt turns to me and scoffs. “See? Can’t play nice.”

Bane growls and walks ahead of us, but stops at the elevator as he presses the button.

“Looks like you can’t get away from us,” Colt teases, bumping his shoulder.

“Will you stop? We’re mad, remember?” I tell him.

Colt is always the one trying to put everyone in a good mood. It’s always been his specialty. He can’t stand silence and he doesn’t like it when someone is upset. He puts all the pressure on himself to fix it when he knows he can’t. It isn’t up to him, it’s up to the person, but no one can tell him that.

“I know,” he says in defense. “I don’t want us barging in there and scaring her.”

“Well, too bad. We’ve gone easy. That shit ends today.”

“Easy?” Colt argues just the doors shut to the elevator and I’m trapped inside with these two bickering idiots. “It hasn’t been easy. It’s been a day since the three of us tattooed her body forever hoping she’d fall into our arms right there. Come on. She’s nineteen years younger than us, of course she thinks we aren’t serious and are being assholes.”

“Keeping calm and being nice isn’t working,” Bane clips through a tight jaw. “We’ve kept our distance. I’m done.” The doors open and Bane pushes between Colt and me.

I exhale a breath to keep calm. His way isn’t going to work. Harlow doesn’t do well with a firm hand because she likes to hit back but with her smart mouth.

God, I love that mouth, and if she won’t be quiet, one day I’ll fuck those pouty lips silent.

Bane bangs on the door with his fists and the entire thing shakes on its hinges.

“Someone is going to call the cops on us,” Colt bitches.

“Let them.” Bane lifts his fists again to go another round of knocking when the door swings open and Addison and Meredith are there. Both are wide-eyed but their shoulders sag in relief when they see us.

They should not be relieved.

“Do you have somewhere else you can be?” I step into the apartment, making myself at home. “We have club business we need to discuss with Harlow.”

“And we will be awhile,” Bane adds, leaving the door open for them to leave.

“Um, ya. Okay.” Meredith doesn’t ask any questions. She must feel the vibe we’re giving off. “Let us grab our bags. We need to go to the library anyway. We have a huge research paper to do.” Meredith drags Addison to her room and during the minute they’re gone, Harlow comes out in fresh clothes and damp hair.

She’s showered.

“What the hell is going on here?” She watches as her friends come out of the bedroom with their bags. “Hey, I’ll come with you guys—”

“You aren’t going fucking anywhere,” Bane snaps at her, shoulders rising and falling from his temper getting the best of him.

“It’s fine. Let us know you’re okay.” Addison gives Bane a wary glance before closing the door as they leave.

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