“I’ll be right back.” Rage closed the door and walked away.
“By the way, my name is Tara.”
“I’m so thankful you guys showed up. I think he was really going to kill me.”
“I’m so glad we were here,” Tara said.
“Can I ask why you guys laughed at my name?” Harley asked.
“We’re a motorcycle club called the Devil’s Sons here in town. The guys don’t ride anything except Harleys.”
Harley’s stomach twisted. Maybe she was better off with Eric.
“Please don’t worry,” Tara said. “They would never hurt you.”
Harley nodded and then flinched.
Tara handed her some tissues to wipe the blood on her face.
“We’ll take care of you at home.”
Harley looked to see what the other guys were doing and saw both standing over Eric’s prone body. Rage had her bags.
“Is he dead?” Harley asked.
Tara snorted. “No. They wouldn’t chance being arrested for that slimeball.”
Harley smiled and then cringed when her split lip stretched.
Harley jerked when the front door and then the other back door opened. Rage slid into the backseat and set her bags behind them.
“How are you doing?” Rage asked.
“I’m doing better. I can’t thank you guys enough.”
Harley heard Tara ask the man if he was hurt and a deep voice from the front seat said, “I can’t believe you just asked me if I was okay, woman.”
Tara laughed.
“You’re going to get your butt beat for that, babe.”
Harley stiffened until she saw the look in the other woman’s eyes.
Rage touched her arm. “He would never hurt her. That’s Traeger. He’s our vice prez, and Tara is his woman.”
Harley didn’t understand that, but she nodded and relaxed against the seat. She was so tired. Tired of fighting and tired of running. When was Eric going to stop? She guessed the only way he’d stop was when one of them died.
She must have dozed because she opened her eyes when they slowed down and pulled in through very tall metal gates. Her eyes widened when she glanced around. There seemed to be twenty very large, very menacing men standing around.
Tara reached out to her. “It’s all right. They won’t hurt you.”
Rage walked around to her door, opened it, and helped her out. “Let’s get you into the kitchen. The girls will take care of you.”
A bunch of guys came forward to grab grocery bags from the back of the truck, and the ones that saw her gave her curious looks.
Tara walked ahead of her around the corner and into a door. Harley saw a huge kitchen and then several women.
“Hey, guys. This is Harley. We need to help her. She was beaten,” Tara said.