Page 16 of Bikers & Bars

“Let’s go,” I said, gesturing for the door. They gave me a wary look but nodded, turning and leading the way to my runaway mate.

Eliza

I couldn’t do this.

This wasn’t on my terms. I’d passed the fuck out. I just… I couldn’t.

Panic built in my chest as I wiggled my ass out of the window, hoping that the chair beneath me didn’t shift so I’d make it out before they all came inside.

After a minute or two of struggling, I managed to get outside and a hint of relief hit me as I heard Damien say let’s go and the guys headed inside.

Sticking to the walls I scooted along and wasn’t surprised to find not only my guys but my besties as well. Not to mention their packs. Thankfully, they were all watching their omegas and none of them glanced my way.

Thank god.

“Look at you, you rebel,” a familiar voice made me jump.

Turning, I glared at Teagan and hissed at her to keep her voice down.

She studied me and I shifted from foot to foot, not used to being the one at the receiving end of that glare. Teagan didn’t say anything, just grabbed my hand and tugged me along after her until we were running out of the compound.

“Teag—”

“Let’s get out of here, Eliza,” she cut me off. “Let’s have a girls’ day, you and me. Then you can face them. Get your thoughts together first.”

“Thank you,” I managed, trying to keep up with her.

Somehow no one saw us or chased after us and before I knew it, Teagan brought us to a stop by a bright-red car.

“Get in.”

She unlocked the door as I walked around and slipped into the front passenger seat. Barely waiting for me to get buckled she had started the car and taken off.

“Where are we going?” I asked, bracing my hand on the oh-shit handle above me.

“Wherever the road leads,” Teagan glanced at me with a bright smile that looked just a little bit forced.

“Teagan, what’s wrong?”

“Today is about you bestie, not me. Don’t even think about it,” she shook her head and reached for the radio. Turning on music she blasted it at full volume and rolled down the windows. Her bright laughter filled the car as our hair whipped around and she slipped on sunglasses.

We sang Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift off-key and loudly with abandon until we were both laughing and dancing in our seats. Town was long behind us and we were on the open road.

The view and the wind in my hair made me remember racing. Adrenaline filling my veins, the sense of freedom, and my dad. Tears stung my eyes and I let them fall. It had been so long since the memory of my dad made me cry. I missed him every day but I’d finally reached the place in my life that the happy memories outweighed his loss most days.

Maybe it was Damien suddenly showing up that reminded me of him again. He had been my rock, along with my besties, when he had passed during high school, I was never the same.

Dad had been riding motorcycles my whole life and got me my first bike at sixteen.

“Eliza?”

I waved Teagan off, “ Just thinking of my dad. Good memories.”

“He would have loved it here,” Teagan agreed with a soft smile. “It would be a killer place for a ride.”

Teagan pulled off to the side of the road into one of those scenic view stops. We got out of the car and sat on the hood looking out at the wide open space. I sighed and rubbed my hands on my thighs.

“They are going to give me hell when I get back.” I sighed.

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