Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Stand back,” the man called.
She scurried to the other side of the room as quickly as possible. Almost instantly, the door flew open. Her gaze fixed on the bearded man who had broken the lock on her door. A leather vest. He was a biker, but the patch was different. Not a Ravager. Without taking time to read the name, she glanced back at his face. The expression of relief on his face morphed to totally pissed off as he scanned her. He shook his head, pushing the anger from his expression.
“I bet you’d like to get out of here.” He ran forward to scoop her up in his arms. “Consider me your knight in shining armor. Hold your breath. It’s smoky in the hallway.”
The haze burned her eyes. Angel buried her head into the leather vest that stretched over his broad chest. Gratitude filled her heart. He’d gotten her out of that room. Even if she died in a spray of bullets or the fire, she wasn’t in that goddamn room.
Her rescuer juggled her in his arms. Her ears rang as a close-range gunshot sounded below her. She clamped her teeth together to stop from screaming as a man tumbled to the ground ahead of them. The green patch told her that a Ravager had lain in wait in the smoky corridor to kill them. Her heart pounded as if it would explode at any minute.
“Almost there.”
When they burst out of the door, guns pointed at her from all the bikers waiting on their bikes. She shrank against the man holding her as she frantically checked that the Ravagers hadn’t followed them out of the doorway.
“Go, go, go,” her rescuer yelled hoarsely. His voice roughened from the smoke as he raced for the last riderless bike.
“Hold on the best you can,” the biker told her as he slid a leg over the bike and sat her in front of him. She’d never be strong enough to hold on behind him. His arms formed a cage around her before he started the engine and gunned the bike.
Chapter 2
The blonde in front of him hadn’t weighed a hundred pounds. Vex pushed his anger into a box in his head. He’d deal with the people who had tortured her later. Right now, he needed to keep her safe, and all hell was breaking out.
“Lean the same way I do,” he coached. Without asking, Vex knew from her rigid posture that she’d never been on a bike. He curved his body around her, trying to block the wind from the petite woman. Wrapping his left hand around her waist, he erased any space between them.
When she scooted away, he tightened his grip. Vex growled. Most of his words would be distorted by the wind. “Stay there or I’m going to spank your ass when we’re safe.”
In response, he heard “Filthy.”
“We’ll deal with that when we’re safe. The only thing that matters is that you’re out of there.”
She nodded so vigorously that her head struck his chin. Her gasp of pain went straight to his heart and erased any discomfort he felt. She stiffened against him and tried to put some distance between them again. His hand splayed across her stomach, tethering her in place.
“You’re fine. Your place is here.”
Behind him, the rumble of many bikes gained strength. Vex checked his rearview mirror and spotted the first motorcycles racing over the hill behind him. He returned his hand to the handlebars and shifted to boost his speed.
The Devil Daddies’ bikes had pulled slightly away from him. Vex cursed and forced himself to shut up when she cowered away. He could only go so fast. She was balanced too precariously on the bike and didn’t have a good grip on him. The Ravagers would be on his ass in a few moments.
Hellcat dropped back and nodded to Vex. The other biker fell in behind them to deal with the Ravagers. Vex continued to push as hard as he dared. The woman trembled against him. She was terrified and probably cold. As soon as they were safe, he’d be able to take care of her.
“Hold on sweetheart, if you can,” he urged.
She glided her hands to his thighs and squeezed her fingers underneath his legs, clinging to his jeans. Her fingernails tightened into his skin on the next turn, biting into the heavy denim, but she was more stable.
“Good girl,” he praised her and barely caught himself from kissing the top of her head. Idiot! She didn’t need him creeping on her from behind.
Vex didn’t understand what was churning inside his brain. She was filthy and smelled strongly despite the wind blowing most of the odor away. Skin and bones, she was the exact opposite of every other woman he’d pursued and fucked. He loved full curves that flowed against him. She had none. The evidence she’d been so poorly treated pissed Vex off to a degree he didn’t understand. From somewhere deep inside him came a driving need to care for her.