What the hell?
I rushed out of the bedroom and down the steps. I turned and hustled down the hallway and into the kitchen. I got to the sink and leaned over, moving up to my tip toes. Standing right outside my house was Duke. Shirtless. Holding a chainsaw. I watched as he lifted it up into the air. The motor whirring and growling for more action. His back muscles flexed, looking like he was built from beautiful stone. He then put the chainsaw to the fallen tree I had been complaining to Jim about since it fell.
The chainsaw ate through the tree limb and popped off. Duke put the chainsaw down and grabbed the limb. When he turned, I finally got a good look at those biceps in action - other than tossing me around between the sheets.
He was fucking huge and he was fucking gorgeous.
He tossed the limb into a pile with the others.
The tree had a good few chunks already missing from it.
Duke went right back to work, making the chainsaw scream as its teeth ate through another thick branch.
I stood there, my panties soaking wet from the sight of his sweat and muscle. He moved fast, efficient, and the more the minutes ticked by the more his body glistened and the more the veins in his arms and hands showed.
I was gripping the edge of the sink. My toes were all tingly, going numb.
For a split second I thought about touching myself. That was just how good Duke looked and what he did to me.
I was glad I didn’t though.
A few seconds later I heard someone clear their throat.
I turned, expecting to see my brother.
It wasn’t.
It was the second biggest man I’d ever seen in my life… wearing a leather cut… a gun in his hand.
**
“Where do you keep the sugar?” the giant man asked me.
I was frozen. Behind me I heard the sound of the chainsaw again. I knew if I screamed, Duke wouldn't hear me. And if I tried to move, the guy would probably shoot me.
“I think I found it!” another voice yelled.
I turned my head and another biker was in my kitchen! He wasn’t bigger than the first one, about the same exact size as Duke. He reached up into my cabinet and pulled out a box of sugar packets.
He then turned and tossed them into the air.
The first biker caught them.
“Great,” he said. “It’s too early for this bullshit.”
The biker pulled out a chair and plopped right down like he owned the house.
There was a knife block only a few feet away. I could just grab a couple knives and throw them. Distract these guys enough to get outside.
I felt my left hand twitch, really tempted to do just that.
Before I could make a move though, the second biker reached out and grabbed the entire knife block. He pulled it away from me and then winked.
“I’ll keep this safe here,” he said.
“Where’s that coffee?” the first biker asked. Then he looked at me. “I’m waiting for Jim. He’s getting me all my paperwork.”
“Duke is here,” I blurted out. “He’ll kill you. He won’t let you hurt me. Or Jim. I swear I’ll scream. You don’t want to see what he can do.”
At the exact same time both bikers started to laugh.
The one pouring the coffees turned completely around and pointed to his leather cut. There I was in such a panic I didn’t even take a second to realize who was here.
They were guys from Back Down Devil MC.
That should have given me some sense of relief but it honestly didn’t. They were the ones pissed off at Jim, right?
“What about you?” the guy pouring coffee asked. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Sure,” I whispered.
The guy at the table pointed to the patch on his chest. “Name’s Trev.”
President.
“I’m Trent,” the other one said as he handed me a mug of coffee.
“I’m Belle,” I said.
“Oh, we know,” Trent said. “Duke put up a big stink about you. Threw a fit like a little baby looking for a tit to suck for milk.”
Trev laughed. “That’s one way to put it.”
“Oh?” I asked.
“Look,” Trev said, “I go by what I see and hear. Right now it appears that you and your brother are helping out people that want us hurt. And a friend of my enemy is my enemy.”
“It’s not like that,” I said. “Jim and Duke talked. Things are…”
Jim walked into the kitchen. He had the folder of paperwork and looked disheveled. Stuck between sleepy and hungover, his eyes were bloodshot when he looked at me. I think Jim finally realized what he had gotten himself into, whether he meant it or not.
“I already told you I talked to Duke about this,” Jim said.
“That’s fine,” Trev said. “We just needed to see it all for ourselves.”
“So it was all done through back door channels, huh?” Trent asked.
“Yes. I was drunk when I did all of it. Just trying…” Jim looked at me. “Just trying to take care of myself.”
Trev flipped open the folder.
Outside the chainsaw engine stopped. That’s when I felt a little relieved, hoping Duke would come inside and make sense of what the hell was happening in my kitchen.