“That’s one hell of an understatement; seriously, think about what you’re saying.”
“I told you, that guy saved me. He didn’t try anything either, just stopped that creep from hurting me further.”
“How do you know the jerkoff who hurt you won’t be there when you go back?”
“I just do.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
“I saw the big guy hit him, and then when I was running away, there was a loud wail. I don’t think the biker made it easy on him.”
In fact, I know he didn’t. Once I was far enough away, I had glanced back and seen him hit my attacker with something that wasn’t his fist. The outline from the weak lighting made it look like a scene out of a horror movie.
The fucked up part about it all is that I’m not frightened. If anything, I’m curious. I want to go and see what he did to the bastard, see if he killed him.
I’ve never had anyone convey that type of violence for me before. Being so terrified and then witnessing that same feeling wash over my attacker was exhilarating. My savior didn’t scare me one bit; he empowered me.
I’ll never be some biker bitch or approve of my father’s ways, but deep down, I know his blood runs through my veins. Pair it along with my mother’s and it’s no wonder I’m suddenly craving an outlaw.I need to see him.
He’d watched me all night. I could feel his blistering gaze on my back; it had taken every ounce of self-control I possessed not to look back and meet him head on. I don’t think he’s used to aggressive women and at first, I was on a mission to add him to my list. Now though…well, I have no idea what to do, but like a moth to a flame, all I can think about is getting back to him as quickly as possible.
“I still don’t like it. I think you should stay away from that bar; your father’s MC has a ton of other guys you can go for. Look, I get it; you’re used to being a badass around normal people, but Princess, these guys aren’t everyday people. You’re a little woman compared to them, and if you go in there alone, they could kidnap you or something crazy and I’m betting no one would bat an eye.”
Huffing, I count to five, so I keep my calm.Wait, why am I getting upset over her talking down about those bikers anyhow? I hate them just as much, if not more.
“You forget, Bethany, that my father’s in charge of them. Besides, I won’t be alone. You’re coming with me.”
“It’s been two hours since I had to drive my best friend home because she was attacked and too upset to drive, and now she’s sitting here, planning to drag me back to the place where it all went down? No way, cuz.”
“Yes, that’s right, I am your best friend, and I need a wingman. And for the record, stop with the cuz and cousin shit; people are going to think we’re related, and I don’t kiss my cousins!”
“Fine, but I’m not fucking one of them,” she replies, her nose going up in the air like she’s calling all the shots.
Yeah, okay, I won’t hold my breath on that one. Those guys have her name written all over them. My snort pops out before I can hold it back.
She shoots me a heated glare, irritated.
I shrug, not saying anything and after a few moments her frown changes into an evil grin.
“Shut-up, I’m not going to sleep with them,” she mumbles, and I outright laugh.
“Want to put some money on it?”
“No.”
“’Cause you know I’m right.”
“Whatever. I’m sleeping in your bed tonight, and since you’re dragging me back tomorrow, I’m borrowing your clothes too.”
“You’re only in my bed if you’re naked,” I flirt and kiss her cheek.
“Won’t be the first time.” She smiles and lifts her shirt over her head, exposing her pale breasts.
Nope, definitely not the first; we’ve had plenty of fun together, and I love her for it. She’s always had my back, and when I was feeling low and unattractive, she let me know just how beautiful she found me, turning me on to something I would never have guessed would be mind-blowing.
Don’t get me wrong, we both love men, but occasionally it’s fun to have a woman too.
VIKING