Page 2 of Menace

Lucky Boudreaux, mountain of a man and badass biker.

I let him in, spent two magical nights with him, and then he left.

He didn’t look back.

About two months after he left there came a time where I was alone and afraid and desperately needed him but couldn’t reach out.

I had given my word.

I couldn’t break it however much I wanted to.

The fact our time together had brought about the biggest surprise of my life was something I was going to have to handle on my own.

At first I had been afraid, but then the fear turned into wonder, and the wonder turned into love.

I kept the news to myself because to share with Pixie meant sharing it with Remy. And if he knew it would turn into a disaster. He wasn’t the kind of man who would keep a secret this big from his family. Not that I would’ve asked him or Pixie to keep my secret.

This was something I had to do on my own.

Everything had been going well.

I was healthy and thankfully not puking all over the place. My boobs were sensitive and bigger but since I wasn’t wearing low cut shirts anymore I could hide it. The little bump I had going on wasn’t as easy to hide. It helped that I had started dressing differently before our Christmas break at Nika and Dom’s place. Now loose tops hid what I couldn’t talk about.

Not yet anyway. I still had time, not a lot, but I had time.

And then my time ran out.

The horror I had escaped years ago reappeared and I knew it was once again time to run. I had no idea where I would go or how I would get away.

All I knew was that I couldn’t let them get their hands on me. Never again.

And certainly not when I had my precious surprise on board.

TWO

Joney

Cape Town, South Africa

I swallowed heavily.

My stomach churned and I knew it wasn’t caused by the surprise in my belly.

It was because of the man leaning against the wall across from the studio, leisurely smoking. He pretended to be relaxed, but he wasn’t, he was a predator and aware of everything around him. To my regret I knew exactly how much of a vicious animal he was.

My heart was racing and my hands were clammy. I swallowed, and swallowed again. I wanted to vomit but I couldn’t let it happen. If I gave in to the urge I would have to go to the bathroom. It meant taking my eyes off him. I couldn’t take the chance. Couldn’t take the chance of him coming inside and hurting my friends.

After my escape I had hoped and prayed I would never see him again.

But there he was. Across the road. Watching the studio.

My family had found me. But how? How had they found me?

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I silently thanked Dom for the heavily tinted windows. Even with the lights on inside the studio I would be nothing more than an indistinct shadow. He wouldn’t be able to identify me.

Clutching a hand over my racing heart I watched as he threw his cigarette to the pavement, stepped on it and ground it out. Not once did he look away from the studio. I knew if he was out the front he had someone watching the back door. He wouldn’t take any chances of losing me, not this time.

I had no idea how I was going to get out of the studio with them watching.

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