“Darling, you better stay put here,” I said. “I know who you are and if you run, I will find you and trust me, you’ll regret it. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Harlee said. I started to move and she tugged at my leather cut. “I swear, I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I came back here… I was…”
“You poured the poison into the drink,” I said. “You were going to kill my brother. You’re going to pay for that.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have been threatening Harlee if I expected her to hang around. That was a risk I took though. Whatever.
I then went into monster mode.
I ran out onto the floor and jumped at two big dudes in suits, shoulder tackling them to the ground.
I loved a good fight as much as I loved a good fuck.
eight.
(harlee)
I couldn’t believe my eyes. First off, he was really real. It was him. It was Trent. The guy from the picture. The one that stuck in my mind because of how gorgeous he looked. And yeah, he was even hotter in person. But I was witnessing the dark side of him.
I’d never seen a man so rough, sexy, and so wildly bold. He jumped off his feet and shoulder tackled two men to the ground. Tables started to flip over and punches were being thrown. Trent had control of the two guys he took down. The guy who had been flirting with me ran over and started to stomp on Trent’s neck. From the corner of my eye I saw Duke holding someone against the wall by the throat. Someone ran up to Duke and slammed a glass off the back of his head, shattering it.
I covered my mouth, no idea what I was supposed to do next.
Trent grabbed the ankle of the guy who had been flirting with me and twisted. The guy screamed and fell back against a table. Trent climbed to his feet and grabbed the guy by the tie. One punch sent the guy to the ground, out cold.
“Holy crap,” I whispered.
I could have slipped away and maybe I should have. Just bounce the hell out of there and run. Keep gassing up my tank and driving east until I found a place to live or someone catches up to me and kills me.
But I couldn’t move. I was frozen in place, trying to assess what was happening in front of me and knowing what would happen if I did actually run. Night Soul would come after me, but I was more afraid of Trent. That fear could be a good thing though. If I went with Trent and somehow had protection within his MC, they were stronger than Night Soul. Trent could…
Trent threw an elbow and hit someone. He spun and grabbed two people and slammed their faces together.
Trent and Duke were cleaning out the entire room. And I still had no idea why the hell this was happening. Then again, it was two bikers causing all the trouble. One thing I learned was that they didn’t need a reason to want to fight. Whether they won or lost the fight, it was just about actually fighting.
I started to slink back, considering bolting.
Trent then took out his gun and pointed it at whoever he wanted. That finally calmed the scene down. Duke got in one last punch and took one more guy down. He then took his gun out.
“What the fuck is happening?” Trent yelled.
“Prick was ripping me off,” Duke said. “And someone…”
“Get the fuck out of here!” someone bellowed.
Now there were more men in the room. Two guys with what looked like machine guns, running right at Trent and Duke. Before anyone could speak again, they pulled the triggers.
Bullets were flying right at Trent.
**
I opened the door and Trent looked right at me. He grabbed Duke and they made a line right at me. They barreled through the door and I hurried to shut it. I grabbed a table and slid it to block the door. Yeah, it would give us all of two extra seconds, but it was something.
“Come on, darling,” Trent said. “We have to run.”
“What the fuck is this?” Duke growled.
“This is insurance,” Trent said and grabbed my arm.
Next thing I knew I was running with the two outlaws toward the backdoor of the building. As soon as we broke into daylight, Duke picked up his speed, running to the right. Trent took me to the left.
“You have anything to change into?” he asked me.
“A bag in my car. I always keep one.”
“We’re going there and then bolting across the road to my ride. Got it?”
I nodded.
I was officially on the run with a biker. A biker that was an enemy to the bikers who had taken me in. I was a traitor. I was going to be tossed around like a pawn in a deadly game.
Yet the entire time I thought about it, I didn’t try to escape from Trent’s hold.
We ran to my car and I realized I didn’t have my keys.
Trent swung me out of the way. He hit his elbow to the driver’s window and smashed it with ease. I reached into the car and popped the trunk. He grabbed the bag, grabbed my hand, and we were on the run again.