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Despite his cruel ways, Leon’s rage was justified. This was their home and these men were responsible for protecting it. Breaching their trust in exchange for money counted as betrayal.
The bike sped through the gates, bringing us out onto a narrow dirt road that spiraled through the woods. My hold on Mikhail tightened as the bike bumped over the uneven path.
Soon, the trees surrounding us grew sparse, giving a glimpse of an empty road in the distance. Mikhail’s bike gained more speed, almost flying us through the deserted highway.
The trapped, heavy feeling in my chest lightened. My dark locks streamed behind me, giving me a taste of unbridled freedom. I felt the powerful engine’s roar under my thighs while my body molded against Mikhail’s back.
A big smile crept up my lips. I’d never felt such excitement since the day the Volkov brothers were torn from me.
Barren fields and green hills sped past us. The scenery looked similar to the ones on the way to New York City from Ashville.
We rode for over an hour without any stops.
When I felt him slowing down, I looked ahead and saw a vast gathering of people and colorful tents in the distance. Mikhail drove off the road and took me to what appeared to be a small fair.
There was a long line of motorcycles along the road. Mikhail brought the bike there and came to a halt.
“We’re getting down here,” he said in a deep, grim tone. “Don’t even think of running. It’ll be bad for you if you end up in the clutches of the wrong sort here.”
His threat alerted me to the men walking around the place. Their jackets were a canvas of badges and pins. They wore skull tattoos and piercings on their skin like they were part of their uniform. Most of them looked like they were part of some motorcycle gang.
There was no way I was straying away from Mikhail’s side. He could hurt me too but not in a way that would permanently cripple me.
I made an awkward descent from the bike. Mikhail dismounted next and removed his helmet. Shaking the locks of his ash-blond hair, he looked up at the clear blue fall sky. A smile lit up his handsome face while his silvery eyes squinted against the sun shining on him.
“It’s been a while, Mikey,” said a sultry, feminine voice.
Turning around, I faced a beautiful woman in skinny jeans and a tank top that showed an impressive canvas of ink on her right arm. Her long, dark hair rippled past her shoulders in waves.
Sliding closer to Mikhail, she wound her arms around his neck. She leaned in to kiss him but he stepped away just before her lips could touch his.
“Not now, Kiara,” said Mikhail. “I’m kinda busy today.”
The brunette turned her attention toward me, her eyes flashing with anger. “Where’d you pick her up?” she asked, her gaze sweeping me from head to foot. “She looks like a fucking hobo. Are you sure she’s not diseased?”
A venomous emotion erupted in my chest. How dare she call me diseased?! Looking past her insults, I couldn’t stand her talking so casually to him.
The idea that he was nice to her broke my heart a little. No woman had the right to get close to the men who’d been mine since a decade ago!
“She’s my business,” he said shortly. Moving toward me, he slung an arm around my shoulder and navigated toward a group of closely set-up tents nearby.
“Just so you know, I’ll tear her apart when you leave her here,” Kiara shouted after us.
Mikhail came to a sudden halt and cast a backward glance at her. “Don’t make the mistake of threatening this woman again,” he said in a low, grim tone that dripped with warning. “You don’t want me slicing up that sweet tongue, do you?”
Kiara’s face paled at once.
Mikhail looked away from her and guided me away.
“Who is she?” I asked.
Mikhail glanced down at me and grinned. “Jealous?”
“No,” I lied at once.
Soft chuckles escaped him. “We’re friends,” he said.
“Did you guys ever...?”
