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So did I.
“It’s me, Elle. I have you.”
A warm hand was trying to soothe my outreached arms…
Besides Lynx and his arms all around me, the smell of men helped wake me from the nightmare. The truck smelled like leather, motor oil, and cigarettes… and I loved it. There was no ‘new’ smell like the cars Lorenzo insisted on being driven around in, or the boats he was served on—like a king. No. Everything in this older diesel truck was used and worn—full of history and, blessedly, hard work. Nothing was ‘given’ to these men—these ferocious one-percenters. They fought for all they had.
The sun was up, but it hadn’t been for long with how it gently floated low in the sky. Still blinking my eyes to wake up from the haze of painkillers, I realized I was on my side, leaning against Lynx’s chest. Oh no! “Am I hurting you?”
His arms around me tightened. “Not even close.” With his back propped against the door, his right leg was stretched behind me along the back seat of the truck.
Staring out the front windshield, I realized he had kept my cut shoulder from touching anything. My heart flourished. A biker who had snuffed out a life only hours ago was so caring for my comfort. “Duke?” It was rare that I called him by his real name, when not alone, but it made me feel closer to him.
His deep voice rumbled in his chest against my ear. “Yeah, babe?”
“Is Dagger okay?”
“Safe.”
I sighed… “Duke?”
I could hear his smile grow. “Yeah, babe?”
“I’m so glad you were shot, and I had a tracker surgically removed, so we could be together like this.” I was cherishing every moment.
From behind the steering wheel, Vice chuckled. “Now that is how you talk ‘romance’ to a biker.”
Legend, still in the front passenger seat, shook his head. “Fucking precious. Precious is fucking precious.”
Most women would have found my current situation to be horrendous. Those women were never forced to live with Lorenzo. What was happening inside this truck was safe and like a fairy-tale to me.
Lynx kissed the top of my head. “I’m glad, too. Makes us perfect for each other.”
My eyes closed…
My back burned ruthlessly as I awoke, my wrists restrained over my head. The metal cuffs were cold, as was the flooring under my feet. I was naked, bleeding, pain throbbing between my legs, but it wasn’t me who was screaming. Dazed… I peered to my…
The young woman, strung up like me, was crying, begging for help as Lorenzo held her hips while thrusting viciously.
When her eyes found mine, I looked away in shame. Being a ‘fresh’ delivery, she was still fighting for freedom. I had given up long ago…
I looked away in shame because… I was scared Lorenzo would like her more and sell me.
I woke to men talking but still felt wheels turning underneath us. Unlike in the nightmare, my body was no longer tied up. It was in loving arms, propped against Lynx’s chest, the bottom of my bandaged shoulder touching the top of his bandaged stomach.
The rich, male voices were like wings carrying me from my horrid memories, settling in a better place. These leathered men, fighting so hard for my freedom, almost had me convinced Lynx was right—that I was worth it, and that I hadn’t made their lives ridiculously complicated.
I blindly reached for the arm laying over my chest and pulled it tighter. “Is Dagger still good?”
Legend answered, “Being tailed by confused Italians.”
I jerked. “Is Dagger facing them alone?”
“Hell no,” answered Vice. “He’s enjoying some time with brothers he hasn’t seen in a while.”
I sighed. “Leathered buddies.”
From behind me, Lynx chuckled. “I already told you. Brothers. Not ‘buddies.’”
