Page 121 of Shattered Pieces

“Sit. You’ll kill yourself if you start blindly digging around your neck with a knife,” he scoffed, ignoring my protesting as he pushed me to the floor and sat on the couch behind me, his legs on either side of me.

Hunter rolled his eyes but let him handle it, and when I tried to stand, Marco crossed his legs over my front to pin me in place.

“I’ll handle it!” I bit out as he fisted my hair, hissing when something sharp pricked the back of my neck.

“Don’t move,” he warned, loosening his hold with his legs when I gave in.

It stung like a bitch and I felt blood drip down my spine, but he finally put his bloodied fingers in front of me to show me the tiny chip. “There, you’ve seen that I took it out with your own eyes.”

“I can’t believe you two put it in to begin with,” I scowled, my entire body tensing as I felt his tongue lick the back of my neck. Was he seriously licking my blood?

It took me a second to convince myself that I didn’t like it, jerking forward to escape his touch.

“I was just cleaning you up,” he murmured, my pussy clenching as he licked some off his finger next.

“That’s disgusting,” I growled, Hunter giving a grunt of agreement as he handed over a few things, including a Band-Aid.

“Ignore him. Put this on your neck so you don’t bleed all over yourself. Please don’t stab us, I’m very sorry about the tracker,” he said seriously as I snatched the Band-Aid.

“You’re sorry?” I scoffed, not caring that I was still bleeding as I held a hand out. “Give me your keys. I’m leaving.”

“Let me drop you off,” he insisted, wincing when I shot him a dirty look.

“If I’m in a small space with you, I’ll definitely stab you. Give me your fucking keys, asshole.”

He didn’t move, but keys jingled behind me for a moment before Marco held out his.

“You can take the Ducati, if you think you can ride it. Helmet’s on it.”

“She can’t take the fucking bike. What if someone thinks it’s you and shoots at her?” Hunter bit out, but Marco shrugged.

“Then she’d better get home fast. What do you say, Princess? Can you handle my baby?”

I snatched the keys, silently telling myself it was a stupid idea, but if I didn’t get the fuck away from them, someone was going to end up dead.

“I don’t forgive you,” I warned, a slow smirk spreading across his face.

“I hope not. I was praying for some hot angry sex.”

I punched him in the stomach, only making him huff out a laugh as I stalked off, having zero idea if I could even ride the damn bike. I knew they were over four hundred pounds with a full tank, and as much as I’d spent a lot of time working out while locked up, a couple of months wasn’t going to turn me into a lifting machine.

If I dropped it, there was no way I could pick it back up.

I felt around to put the stupid Band-Aid on, the helmet going over my head once I’d shoved the rest of my things into my pockets. The gloves wouldn’t fit me, so I put them in my pocket too. If I went down, it was going to fucking hurt.

I’d ridden bikes, but nothing like this.

I straddled it and put the kickstand up, starting it and enjoying the sound as it roared to life. It was really hard to remember that I was mad when I was sitting on something like this.

I almost dropped the fucking thing when Marco appeared and scared the shit out of me, a jacket in his hand.

“Put this on over your hoodie. It might be a little big, but it’s better than nothing to protect you if you slide,” he said over the noise, pushing a leather riding jacket at me. It looked old, so it was probably one of Hunter’s older ones.

As much as I wanted to tell him to take a hike, I definitely felt better with some kind of protection, letting him help me into it.

“Hey. Take it easy and don’t die. It’s got a quick shift too. Remember, it won’t corner like a car, so be careful,” he warned, taking a step back. “Can you text me when you get there? Just so I know you made it?”

“Worried about your bike?” I answered, and he raised an eyebrow.