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The miles fly by, and before I know it, I’m just a couple of miles from the Opey exit when I notice three bikes blocking the first exit into town. I slow down a little because there’s something up ahead.
Soon, I have to come to a dead stop. The truck’s brakes screech to a halt because four more bikes block the road. “Shit. Fuck. Shit.” This isn’t good. My heart hammers in my chest as I grab my phone with sweaty hands and hit call.
Stone answers. “Hey, Ivy. What’s up?”
“I’m at exit 354b, surrounded by bikers. I don’t know who they are, but they have me boxed in.”
“Fuck,” he mutters just above a whisper. “Don’t get out of the fucking truck, and don’t let them get too close. You strapped?”
I nod, then remember he can’t see me. “Yeah.”
“Good. Plow through those assholes. If they start shooting, shoot back, but keep your foot on the gas. I’m on my way. Got it?”
“Yeah, got it.” My grip tightens on my phone.
“Good. Now, what are you gonna do?”
I only have a few seconds to make up my mind, but when I glance in the rearview, I see two guys get off their bikes and walk in my direction, their faces obscured by helmets. “I’m going to plow through these motherfuckers and stay on the interstate.”
“I’ll be right there,” he promises before the call ends.
“Okay, Ivy,” I say to myself. “You got this.” I inhale deeply, letting it out slowly as I fish the gun from the glove box and slam my foot on the gas, sending the truck flying forward and into the bikes, the impact jolting me in my seat. I don’t stop to check for damage. I just punch it and fly the fuck away from them, my heart in my throat.
Of course, the other bikers are right on my ass, surrounding me on all sides. One of them kicks the side of the truck. I swerve left and right, trying to hit him and make more room for myself. At this point, I don’t fucking know what I’m doing other than trying to get away.
Shoot, dammit. I should shoot, but I’m too busy keeping my eyes on the road, white-knuckling the steering wheel. I press the gas harder, forcing the bikes in front to move or risk getting run over, the truck’s engine roaring in response.
It feels like time’s frozen, though I’m sure it’s just a few minutes since I’m not even at the next exit yet. My palms are slick with sweat, and my heart beats so loud it’s drowning out the music.
I keep my eyes forward, but I hear the loud roar of more bikes, and my heart kicks into overdrive.
“Fuck!” I shout at the hood ornament. I risk a glance in the rearview and sigh in relief when I see the telltale green of Stone’s bike and the black and chrome chopper beside him. It’s Gray. “Shit.”
I’m not sure what to do, so I keep driving forward, my foot heavy on the gas. A few shots ring out, making me flinch, but I don’t dare look back, not until the bikes flanking me disappear.
Finally, they back off. I slow down and glance behind me, spotting a few overturned bikes and a couple of limping bikers. No one is dead, but they’re hurt, and more importantly, they’re retreating. I blink once or twice, and they’re gone.
I pull over and sit in the truck for a moment, hands trembling slightly as the adrenaline starts to wear off. That was way too close. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart before finally stepping from the truck.
Stone dismounts first, and his long legs eat up the distance between us. I leap for him, wrapping my arms around him in relief and gratitude.
“Stone.” I squeeze him tight, and he squeezes back even tighter, his strong arms a comfort. But there’s something else there, too, a flutter in my chest that I can’t ignore.
Fuck my life.
“You all right, Ivy?” His voice is low, rumbling in his chest.
I nod against him and inhale his familiar scent—sandalwood and cedar—as my pulse slowly returns to normal, the adrenaline starting to fade. Pulling back, I spot Gray with a look on his face I can’t quite decipher, but instantly, I feel guilty.
My heart’s pulling me in two different directions. I push away from Stone’s hold and move to Gray, needing his reassurance but also trying to convince myself that he’s the one I love.
“Gray,” I sigh and fall against his chest, the leather of his kutte cool against my cheek. He wraps his arms around me before dropping a kiss to the top of my head.
“Ivy, babe.” His voice is rough, and he pulls me close, the worry evident in his embrace. But as much as I care for Gray, something’s missing. The something I just felt with Stone.
“I’m okay,” I assure him, tilting my head back to look up into his big brown eyes. I give him a small smile. “I was just a little scared, you know?”
“That’s okay,” he assures me with a smile as he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
