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cocksuckers get anywhere close to me,
and she wasn’t about to let go. The squeeze of her arms was the first honest
reaction I got out of her, but she didn’t show her fear. What the hell was she
worried about with Kingdom? Unless they were looking to become the first eunuch
MC, they’d leave her the fuck alone.
I
saw an exit. It was safer off the highway. More places to hide, more streets to
cross, more places to stash the girl before something terrible happened. She
predicted it, and she was right. I’d never handle another rape on my conscience.
I
slowed as much as I dared, ran the red-light at the base of the onramp, and
pushed the bike through a half mile of darkened wilderness so close to the road
I ducked to avoid the overhanging branches.
My
profanity roared louder than the engines, harsher than the thunder. Headlights appeared
behind me, matching the cast of white I was forced to flick on. The splash of
brightness before my bike would prevent us from ramming into a tree, but it led
Temple right to us.
I
wanted them to come. The only skill needed to escape a highway was the instinct
to not fall off and splatter my brains on the pavement. I ruled the streets
beyond the interstate, speeding through enough small towns to earn my position
as Anathema’s Road Captain before my promotion to Sergeant-At-Arms.
I
had two options. A green sign flashed by. We were seven miles from a town. I debated
tracking through the backwoods and wasting a prayer that the assholes didn’t ride
the roads better and the rain would hold off.
I
swore. It was time to take control of the fucking situation and protect the
girl before she switched from collateral into casualty.
I
should have turned left from the exit instead of right.
I’d
fix that.
“Hold
on!” I shouted as the bike screeched to a halt and spun to face Temple’s
pursuit.
Martini
hadn’t fallen off the back, but she screamed as I pulled my gun from the
holster.
“Might
want to close your eyes, Darling.”
My
tires spun in loose gravel cast over the road, but the bike responded as
beautifully as it always had, even when I did something so fucking stupid I
mistook myself for my junkie brother.
The
night opened for me, leading me to the three lone headlights speeding to
intercept us. It was modern day joust for men who lacked all chivalry. I pulled
my gun and aimed, but I regretted taking the shot. Three men in the darkness,
and only one had to die. Only one saw me. Only one might have recognized me.
Martini
flinched, ducking her head behind my protective shoulder. Three months ago, I
took a gunshot to save another innocent girl. I’d do it again. No one was going
to harm Martini, not when she needed my help.
I
pushed the bike forward. Thirty miles an hour.
Forty.
Fifty.
My
gun fired.
The
shattering roar of the shots muffled even the baying of our engines. My second bullet
struck on target, and the bike dumped onto the road, spinning in flashing orange
sparks against the berm. A lane opened, and I gambled with both our lives.
I
sped into the split formation, emptying the clip as I wove through the chaos.
The return fire came too late, striking only the uneven road and swirling
shadows that bound behind us.
I raced
until the bike wobbled over corners and through the untamed woods. Martini
shifted, but her hold never loosened.
“They
aren’t following!” She shouted
Good.
Life wasn’t about saving my own ass anymore. The only thing safer than a loaded
gun was miles separating us from the danger.
Her
nails dug into my coat. It wasn’t where I preferred women to sink their nails if
I let them claw at me. Most times, they sunk into the mattress and kept their
arms over their head. Tied back. Gripping the headboard. They liked it. I liked
it.
The
thought sickened me now.
Especially
as Martini clung to me on the verge of poorly-concealed tears. Fading
adrenaline hardened a cock, but something far more sinister clouded my lust.
Bad
blood created bad
and she wasn’t about to let go. The squeeze of her arms was the first honest
reaction I got out of her, but she didn’t show her fear. What the hell was she
worried about with Kingdom? Unless they were looking to become the first eunuch
MC, they’d leave her the fuck alone.
I
saw an exit. It was safer off the highway. More places to hide, more streets to
cross, more places to stash the girl before something terrible happened. She
predicted it, and she was right. I’d never handle another rape on my conscience.
I
slowed as much as I dared, ran the red-light at the base of the onramp, and
pushed the bike through a half mile of darkened wilderness so close to the road
I ducked to avoid the overhanging branches.
My
profanity roared louder than the engines, harsher than the thunder. Headlights appeared
behind me, matching the cast of white I was forced to flick on. The splash of
brightness before my bike would prevent us from ramming into a tree, but it led
Temple right to us.
I
wanted them to come. The only skill needed to escape a highway was the instinct
to not fall off and splatter my brains on the pavement. I ruled the streets
beyond the interstate, speeding through enough small towns to earn my position
as Anathema’s Road Captain before my promotion to Sergeant-At-Arms.
I
had two options. A green sign flashed by. We were seven miles from a town. I debated
tracking through the backwoods and wasting a prayer that the assholes didn’t ride
the roads better and the rain would hold off.
I
swore. It was time to take control of the fucking situation and protect the
girl before she switched from collateral into casualty.
I
should have turned left from the exit instead of right.
I’d
fix that.
“Hold
on!” I shouted as the bike screeched to a halt and spun to face Temple’s
pursuit.
Martini
hadn’t fallen off the back, but she screamed as I pulled my gun from the
holster.
“Might
want to close your eyes, Darling.”
My
tires spun in loose gravel cast over the road, but the bike responded as
beautifully as it always had, even when I did something so fucking stupid I
mistook myself for my junkie brother.
The
night opened for me, leading me to the three lone headlights speeding to
intercept us. It was modern day joust for men who lacked all chivalry. I pulled
my gun and aimed, but I regretted taking the shot. Three men in the darkness,
and only one had to die. Only one saw me. Only one might have recognized me.
Martini
flinched, ducking her head behind my protective shoulder. Three months ago, I
took a gunshot to save another innocent girl. I’d do it again. No one was going
to harm Martini, not when she needed my help.
I
pushed the bike forward. Thirty miles an hour.
Forty.
Fifty.
My
gun fired.
The
shattering roar of the shots muffled even the baying of our engines. My second bullet
struck on target, and the bike dumped onto the road, spinning in flashing orange
sparks against the berm. A lane opened, and I gambled with both our lives.
I
sped into the split formation, emptying the clip as I wove through the chaos.
The return fire came too late, striking only the uneven road and swirling
shadows that bound behind us.
I raced
until the bike wobbled over corners and through the untamed woods. Martini
shifted, but her hold never loosened.
“They
aren’t following!” She shouted
Good.
Life wasn’t about saving my own ass anymore. The only thing safer than a loaded
gun was miles separating us from the danger.
Her
nails dug into my coat. It wasn’t where I preferred women to sink their nails if
I let them claw at me. Most times, they sunk into the mattress and kept their
arms over their head. Tied back. Gripping the headboard. They liked it. I liked
it.
The
thought sickened me now.
Especially
as Martini clung to me on the verge of poorly-concealed tears. Fading
adrenaline hardened a cock, but something far more sinister clouded my lust.
Bad
blood created bad
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