Page 7 of Bride for the Bikers

A moment later, it's me and four giant bikers in an abandoned loading zone, and I'm hugging myself despite the heat. “What happens now?” I ask nervously.

Lightning stretches, showing off not just his powerful chest and arms, but also the grip of his gun sticking out of his belt. “You got a phone?”

“Yeah,” I admit reluctantly. What if they take it? “If my luggage is in the trunk like it’s supposed to be. We were supposed to go straight to the airport and fly to Hawaii for the honeymoon.”

“Lucky you. Nothing that fancy waiting for us,” says Outlaw. “But with a daddy like that, I'm guessing there aren't many places you haven't been.”

I snort. “This is the first time I’ve even been on this side of the country.” I shake my head. “I haven't been… been anywhere! Just home with Mom and—”

“This isn’t a fucking tell us your life podcast,” interrupts Thunder. “Get your phone, call yourself an Uber or something and go home to Daddy. We're getting the fuck outta here.” In spite of his growly demeanor, I swear he’s giving my cleavage just as much attention as his twin.

“You're seriously going to leave me here? A single woman alone wearing… this?” I gesture up and down my dress, where my little train has taken on a distinctly gravelly tinge, even if the rest is still beautiful. “I'm going to get mugged or worse before anyone gets here.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have drawn their attention to the dress that shows off my breasts and snatches my waist perfectly, since the way all four pairs of eyes follow my hands up and down makes me wonder if I might be in trouble faster than I thought. The thought doesn’t scare me as much as it probably should.

“Sorry, babe,” Lightning says, sounding almost like he means it. Like he regrets giving me back. “We can't stick around. We got some things to figure out, a limo to ditch, and I'm pretty sure that when your ride comes, there's gonna be a fuckload of the city’s finest coming with it. I don’t really want to be here when that happens, you know?” He adjusts the gun in his belt.

With a thick swallow, I glance down, then yank my gaze right back up, since I don't want him getting the wrong idea. From the way he smirks, I wasn’t nearly fast enough.

I was ready to marry Devin for Vincent’s sake in spite of not knowing him, but now that I’m not there, under their control, what’s stopping me from just leaving? Mom’s treatment is done. They can’t undo it. Sure the rehab place is nice, but I’m used to caring for her myself, and I already owe an impossible amount to my student loans, what’s more after a certain point? Just bigger numbers.

On the other hand, my father might not be the white knight I imagined him to be, but I don’t know if I’m ready to completely give up on ever having a relationship with him. But if I'm someone's captive, it's not my fault that I'm not at the wedding. He can't fault me for that, right?

I lick my lips and draw my fingers across my breasts, giving them the biggest, most innocent, pleading eyes I can. “Take me with you.”

All four of their gazes snap up from my boobs to my face, where they look at me with confused expressions. It'd be funny if my situation wasn't so serious. “What?”

“Don't give me back. Take me with you.” They look between each other, confused. “Please. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t take me back. Not yet.”

Shadow cocks his head. “The fuck?”

5

THUNDER

I fucking hate complications.

Taking a hostage was fucked up enough in the first place, but nowwe’rethe fucking hostages until we can get clear of this girl. She might not have a gun to our heads, but those big blue eyes are nearly as bad. There’s a knot in my gut telling me we need to cut ties fast or we’re going to find ourselves balls deep in trouble.

“We should leave her here, go get our bikes and get the fuck out of town.” I feel like an asshole saying it, but it’s the fucking truth. This shithole hotel isn’t gonna hide us for long, but it gives us a few moments to figure out what the fuck to do next.

Shadow nods. “No shit, but at this point cops are going to be crawling all over town. We might as well lay low until morning.”

The door slams open and there’s three guns pointed before we register it’s Outlaw. “Fuck, man. Ever heard of knocking? I’d hate to put a bullet through a brother.”

He rolls his eyes. “Who the fuck else would it be? Everything’s good. I ditched the limo on the highway. Hopefully it looks like we got picked up and we’re already long gone.”

“Which leaves us with one major problem,” Lightning says, gesturing to the second bed with the butt of his gun as he slips it back under his vest.

Harper.

She’s sitting there with her legs hugged against her, looking like we just stole her off the cover of a bridal magazine. She hasn’t said a fucking word since begging to not get left behind, just stares at us like we’re the fucking bad guys and she’s reconsidering how good an idea it was to hitch her train to the four of us.

Don’t fucking blame her. We did blow up her wedding.

Shadow crosses his arms over his chest. As the officer in our group, he’s the one that has to report back to Prez, and his word’s final. “What do you say, babe? The door’s right there. Don’t suppose you want to use it. Because I’m gonna be real fucking honest here, you’re a big fucking liability and I don’t see what the fuck we’re getting out of this arrangement.”

“Yeah. Ass, grass or gas, sweetheart. Pick your poison,” Outlaw says with a grin.

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