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gagged. We straddle the motorcycle as a pair of men in leather jackets come around the back of the
van. Flying my club's colors. It's Cape and Tim. I can tell right away.
 It's Tease! Tim screams, pulling out his gun and aiming for Beck's back tire. Too late he fires off
a shot as the engine revs up and we go screaming over the curb and onto the sidewalk. My hair flaps
in Beck's face as the motorcycle grinds through the walkway and explodes onto the street, men in
leather shouting behind us. I can see them over Beck's shoulder as we move away, racing down the
parking lot, carrying guns and hammers and wrenches. But they can't fire at Beck because they might
hit me. I'm sorry, Darren, I call out in my head, hoping that somehow, he knows I didn't want this to
happen. Even though I'm enjoying Beck, even though I shouldn't be enjoying Beck. I just want to see
his face and make sure he's alright.
 Goddamn it, Beck snarls because he knows the chase isn't over. Not by a long shot. A few
seconds later, the growling roar of hogs starts up not too far behind us. I don't think it's a full group,
not the usual seventy-seven my brother sends out on official club business, but at least a dozen based
on the noise.
My hair continues to fly around in wild bursts of red, smacking Beck's face and hopefully not
impairing his vision overly much. If we go down, dressed like this, we're going to be shredded alive
on the pavement.
Beck picks up speed, using his little Suzuki to his advantage, tearing around corners, and flying off
the beaten path, into a grassy patch and around some trees. It's a risky move because if they see where
he's going, they'll catch up to us for sure. That, or we could easily hit a pothole, a fallen log, anything,
and go down hard. I close my eyes for a moment, letting time freeze briefly around me.
The wind feels good against my skin and the rush of adrenaline isn't unwelcome. My heart is
pounding faster now than it ever has before, pounding against my ribcage so loud, I'm sure Beck can
feel it, too. It's a surreal split in time where nothing means everything  the little white farmhouse
across the highway, the split in the trees, the silver light of the moon beaming down on us. It all feels
symbolic. I close my eyes and let go, trying to accept that whatever happens is going to happen. At
this second, I am not in control. I'm honestly not ever really in control.
 Fucking Christ on a cracker, Beck growls, spinning the bike in a dangerous arc and and sliding to
a stop next to a dilapidated barn. He kills the engine right away and waits, his chest rising and falling
in a rapid rhythm, straining against mine from where I'm pressed against him, legs wrapped around his
waist. I've been in the club my whole life, ridden a lot of choppers, but I don't think I've ever sat like
this.  Come on, come on, come on, he whispers, eyes flicking back and forth, examining the highway.
I watch, too, listening for the roar of engines. My heart stops briefly as they move past us, flying down
the dark highway at staggering speeds. Country dark isn't like city dark though. There are no
streetlights, hardly any porch lights. We're buried in plain sight right here, and for all they know, Beck
is still on the road straight ahead. He made a smart choice driving through the break in the hedges on
this property, straight through the grass. Other than a small track mark, nearly invisible in the silver
light of the moon, there's no sign we even came this way.
Beck sits back with a sigh of relief, putting his hands on the curve of my waist.
 That was a fucking close one, he says, sweat pooling on his upper lip. He flicks it away with his
tongue.  How the fuck did they find us anyway? he wonders aloud. I make a noise under the gag, but
Beck just chuckles.  Can't remove that yet, Miss Emilie. I'm sorry about that, but you've got a vested
interest in the enemy. I make a grunting noise that clearly tells him to fuck off. How stupid does he
think I am? I don't want them to find me yet. I need to talk to Darren, see if he can find out anything
about the shooter. That, and Beck needs more time to think. If we can work this out so that neither club
is to blame, then when it comes time for the switch, maybe we can arrange it so that nobody gets hurt.
It's a long shot, but I have to try. I have to.  Obviously, I let my guard down a bit. Can't let that shit
happen again. Beck scratches at the back of his head. When his eyes come back to mine, trailing
down my face and focusing on my lips, I find it hard to swallow. Or maybe it's just the gag in my
mouth.  You, missy, are a distraction. I pull hard on his neck, but he doesn't budge. Beck Evans is
like a rock.
His hands move down my body, cupping my ass, sliding forward and touching the bare skin on my
thighs. Almost unconsciously, I drop my legs from around his waist and open wider. Beck licks his
lips, eyes darting back towards the highway. The sound of the motorcycles is a distant roar now. I
don't think they know we're here, and by the time they figure out we're not in front of them and circle
back, it'll be too late. There are a million side roads to nowhere out here.
 You damn near got me killed, Beck says, dropping his fingers to the fabric of the boxers and then
sliding them down until he touches the bare skin of my inner thighs. I moan and arc my hips, naturally
moving towards him and the growing bulge in his pants. The lust I feel for this man is like an
unstoppable force. It's scaring the crap out of me, to be honest. But what am I going to do? I've never
felt anything like this in my whole life, and I don't know how to fight it.  Damn near got me killed, he [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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