Forceful Biker Daddy by Scott Wylder
CHAPTER TWO
Blake
I looked at the crumpled bicycle on the ground. It was exactly like the bike Axle described. That meant his sister was close by. I just hoped I wasn’t finding her body.
A few feet away was a pile of leaves as if someone had hidden in them, only it was empty now. However, I could see heavy footprints, as if someone was dragging their feet. I followed the footprints through the woods. It wasn’t long before I saw a crumpled figure on the ground.
She was smaller than I was expecting and was huddled up against a tree.
I approached slowly. She didn’t seem to notice I was there. She was covered in dirt and her arm was crudely bandaged, but blood was seeping through the makeshift dressing. She held a dirty teddy bear in one hand. Suddenly she looked up and pointed a gun at me. “Not another step,” she said. Her voice sounded weak and exhausted.
I held up my hands. “Easy,” I said. “Your brother sent me. You’re Annie, right?”“Axle wouldn’t send a Demon after me.” She snapped.
“That’s rude. I’m no Demon. I’m part of the Hell’s Renegades motorcycle club.” I clarified.
“I’ve never heard of you.” She said shakily. “Your brother came to us for help. I was sent to find you and keep you safe.” I implored.
She cocked the gun. “I-I don’t believe you,” she stammered. Her hands were shaking but I couldn’t tell if it was from exhaustion or fear. Considering her tear-stained face, she was probably feeling both. She was like a cornered kitten, ready to strike out at anyone who came near her.
“If you want to shoot me, then go ahead,” I said. “I’m not stopping you.”
Annie glared at me for a moment, her jaw clenched. For a second, I thought she might not be bluffing. Then, her face crumpled and she lowered the gun. She might know how to use a gun, but she wasn’t a killer.
I lowered my hands and walked over to her. I took the gun from her. She looked up at me with bleak eyes. “Just get it over with,” she said. “Just kill me.”
“Not today, kitten,” I said. I grabbed her bag and slung it over my shoulder before gathering her in my arms. Her head slumped against my neck as if all of the fight had left her.
I carried her back to the edge of the forest where my bike was parked. I sat her on the seat and pulled out my cell phone so I could call Rogue who was leading the search party. “I found her,” I told him. “I’ll get her someplace safe.”
“Excellent,” Rogue said. “I’ll let the others know. Watch your back.”
“You too.”
I hung up and turned to Annie. She looked dazed. I wondered how much blood she had lost. I needed to check out her wound, but I couldn’t do it here in the heart of Demon territory. Unfortunately, our Newbury safe house was on the other side of town. We would have to improvise.
I put my motorcycle helmet on her head and got in front of her. “Hold onto me tight, kitten,” I said. “This is almost over, I promise.”
I drove away from Newbury as fast as I dared. I wanted to go faster and get both of us the fuck out of Dodge, but I didn’t know how well she would be able to hold onto me if we traveled faster.
Even after crossing the town line, we rode for about an hour before speeding up to a sketchy motel in the middle of nowhere. Perfect.
I parked my bike in the shadows, away from all the other cars. I took off my leather jacket and put it over her shoulders. It would keep her warm and hide the wound on her arm should anyone see her. It would also let her blend in with the shadows a hell of a lot more than her ivory skin. “Stay here, kitten,” I said. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Wait, leave my bag,” she whimpered. She looked up at me with an innocent look, but I could see the gleam in her eye.
I smirked. “I’m not falling for that. You can try running away from me with just the clothes on your back but you won’t have a gun or supplies. That’s a nasty wound on your arm, if you run it won’t get treated any time soon. Also, you better believe I’ll hunt you down, kitten. I’m not stupid like the Demons. You can’t trick me by hiding in the dirt.”She glared at me sullenly.
“I’ll be back, kitten. Just sit tight.”I went inside and checked us into a room for the night. The receptionist looked at me suspiciously but I had left my Hell’s Renegade colors on the bike with Annie. I was just a guy who needed a room for the night.
When I went back outside with the room key, Annie was still on the bike. I smiled. Looks like she was smart enough not to run after all.
“Come on,” I said. “We can stay here for the night, and I can get a good look at your arm.”
She followed me to the motel room and I locked the door behind us. There was only one bed and the floor was dusty. I didn’t even want to imagine what someone would find if they shined a black light in here, but it was safe enough. Annie needed to rest.
She sat down on the bed and leaned up against the headboard, looking like she was about to fall asleep.
I unzipped the bag and dumped out its contents. A first aid kit and some clothes fell out, along with a couple of empty water bottles and granola bar wrappers. A single granola bar was all that remained. “How long were you in the woods?” I asked.
“A few hours I think,” she said. “Maybe longer.”“It was smart of you to stay hydrated,” I said. “Take off the jacket. I want to look at your arm.”
She obeyed, showing the bloody bandage. “It’s not as bad as it looks. A bullet grazed my arm.”
I sat next to her on the bed and gently undid the bandage and gauze. She flinched under my touch, but I wasn’t sure if that was from fear or pain. “Easy, kitten,” I said. “I won’t hurt you.”“Why do you call me kitten?” she asked.
“Because you’re cute but pretend to be fierce.”She glared at me and I chuckled. “See? Like that.”“What should I call you? Asshole?”“My name’s Blake, and you should be nicer to the man protecting you.”
“I don’t know you and I don’t know the Hell’s Renegades. Why should I trust you?”
She was smart to be suspicious and nothing I said would make her change her mind. But if she tried to run from me, she would just be putting herself in danger. She needed to know that. “Because right now, you don’t have a choice, kitten.”
