Polly
“I’m going to Lost Wheelers MC and see if I can talk to my mother. At least—shit, verify if she’s still alive, I guess.”
And why the hell did I hear myself saying to the man I was determined never to forgive,
“I’ll come with you.”
His dark eyebrows raised up almost to his hairline, and I could see his fingers twitching, like he was having to hold himself back from taking me in his arms again. His dark eyes gleamed from that tremendously ugly face, but there was something magnetic about the look he gave me.
“Not a chance in hell. It’s too dangerous.”
“You might need someone to help you talk to people,” I protested. “You aren’t good at sweet-talking.”
“It’s going to be in hostile territory,” Abraham said. “The Wheelers MC and Legends MC do not get along, and haven’t since my father’s day. I wouldn’t put you in danger like that.”
“Well, how are you going to get through to your mother?” I asked.
He grimaced.
“I’m not going to wear my cut. Asparagus has given me a good idea of where the clubhouse is. We’ll see if I can make it there without their boys trying to fuck me up.”
“I don’t like the sound of that,” I said. “I’m coming along. After all, it was my idea.”
His dark brows drew together, and I remembered how I had tried to convince myself that he was the world’s ugliest man, so why did I care so much? But there was something so striking and compelling about his face, when he wanted to, he could come alive, his eyes burning with an inner fire.
“Your mother might not have wanted to leave,” I said hopefully.
Abraham shook his head like he couldn’t believe that.
“Either way, I should have done this decades ago,” he said. “You were right about that.”
After some time arguing back and forth, Abraham agreed that I could go if I took Mac and Fizz along with me and we stayed at a rest area just before the boundary line between MCs. He would be the only one going in to Wheelers territory.
When it was time to go, they took off their cuts, Fizz complaining that he felt naked without it, and we headed down the road in the truck.
The Bonemangler had a lot of territory.
I found myself next to him, my thigh burning where it was pressed against his, and I wondered.
Could I ever trust this man again?
He’d knelt in front of me, his knees popping like pistons, and asked for a second chance.
He’d done a lot to prove that he wasn’t the same man who had said those hurtful words.
But why would I stay when I didn’t 100% trust him? After making sure he got safely out of Wheelers territory, that was it. I would leave and after a few months I’d forget all about him. There were plenty of men on Hinge.
You didn’t stay with a bastard just because he had a big cock and could fuck you twenty ways to Sunday.
It wasn’t until we had driven for hours that Abraham pulled the truck off the road at a cute, rustic rust area with lots of families having a picnic lunch in the unseasonably nice February weather.
We were at the end of Legends MC territory.
“Stay here,” Abraham said, pinching my chin gently, his rough fingers almost a caress.
“All right,” I said.
“Don’t draw any attention to yourself.”
“I won’t.”
“Be careful.”
“Fine.”
He bent like he wanted to kiss me, but I turned away.
Why should I forgive Abraham O’Sullivan?
Mac and Fizz wheeled Abraham’s motorcycle down from the truck and he took off.
I watched the way the sun highlighted his tanned skin and broad shoulders until he disappeared into the distance.
“Is there really bad blood between Legends and Wheelers?” I asked nervously.
“Not been any murders in a few decades,” Fizz said cheerfully, which did not make me feel better.
What if they killed Abraham?
My god, I might be furious with this man, but he was really putting himself in harm’s way just to get my forgiveness.
“If there’s any border challenges it usually comes from them,” Mac added.
But the longer we waited, the more nervous I got.
“Never known Bones to come out the wrong end of a fight,” Fizz said. “Maybe once or twice when he was just a kid, but not by the time he’d shot up to damn near 7 feet tall.”
“What happened with his father?” I asked into the silence.
Fizz shifted. “Now that ain’t my story to tell why it happened. But I can assure you he killed his daddy good and proper.”
Abraham had killed his father?
There were so many mysteries about him that I didn’t understand, and they all meant a relationship had never been a good idea.
“I need to go the bathroom,” I put in after a torturous hour of wondering if he was lying dead in a ditch, shot, or being tortured. “I’ll be right back.”
Mac scanned the parking lot.
There were some guys leaning on big bikes and smoking at the other end, but they didn’t have cuts, so hopefully they weren’t members of Wheelers MC, just guys out for a Sunday ride.
Nothing was amiss as I got out of the car, but I wished the women’s restroom wasn’t on the back of the welcome center.
I went in and used the facilities and everything still seemed normal.
But inside, I was boiling with uncertainty and confusion.
That look in Abraham’s eyes when I refused to kiss him had been haunted. From what I could gather, he had been messed up after I left.
Then, suddenly, the restroom door slammed open.
Shit.
It was Abraham’s brother Grease. And he looked angry.
“Well, look who it is. My brother’s whore.”
“Get out of here!” I cried angrily.
“And my brother not even around? Oh, he should know better than to let his property run around. I don’t mind a little meat on the bone, do I? In fact,” he said, making a lewd gesture. “It makes it even better.”
He must be with that big group of bikers, in which case they outnumbered the three of us. I really wanted to alert Mac and Fizz, but what if it alerted the rest of the brothers?
What if they got hurt protecting me?
I took a few steps backward on the slick tiles, but there wasn’t really much room to move.
And there was no other way out. Only a tiny dirty window high up on the wall, with an iron bar across it.
“My little brother refused to share you, but now you won’t have a choice.”
“What did he do to your face?” I asked desperately, trying to stall for time.
“Fucking caved my mouth in just because I called you a whore. But you are a whore, aren’t you, fatty? Come on, how can an old fat lady like you be so damn prissy about whose dick goes in your cunt?”
“Not yours!” I said, but inside I was petrified.
Grease was nothing like his brother. Abraham would never touch me unless I wanted it. Grease leering at me and stroking his patchy ponytail looked like he didn’t give a fuck.
The door to the janitor’s closet was open by a crack and I could see a plump toolbox there.
Did I know what any of those tools did after a whole autumn of living at Legends MC?
Not really, but I was pretty sure if I hit Grease with that wrench, he wouldn’t like it much.
But would I get a chance to?
He was advancing on me, forcing me up against the sinks, the edge cutting painfully into my back.
“Gotta see what you’ve got in this fat pussy that’s making fucking Bones go domestic.”
To my horror, he kicked the door behind him shut, then slammed the deadbolt.
Fuck
“He won’t like it if you hurt me,” I said, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice even though my knees were knocking together.
Grease jerked his head outside.
“I’ve got ten brothers out there that would love to see him try. They all want Bones’ territory and I think he’s too weak to stop them.”
There was a noise at the door, someone trying to open it.
But it was locked tight.
Mac. . .
Grease turned around and I reached forward, fingers tightening around the wrench, hoping he wouldn’t hear the scrape against the tile floor as I dragged it closer.
But he did, snickering as he advanced closer, one slimy hand on my arm, leaving a slippery sweaty smear.
I swung.
And missed, the wrench hitting the side of the sink with a heavy thud.
“Dumb bitch,” Grease laughed.
He dragged me closer by inches, his other hand on his disgusting lumpy package.
“You’re gonna suck this dripping dick and like it. And then you can go tell my brother all about how it felt to have my cum down your throat.”
“NO!” I screamed, and just then there was a deafening noise.
Something exploded right in Grease’s face, sending dense plumes of smoke billowing into the restroom.
“Get the hell away from her!” Fizz barked through the tiny window, and I gripped the wrench tight in both hands and swung it at Grease’s thick skull.
And this time it connected.
He staggered forward, clutching the back of his head.
And I hit him again, right across the face, his nose a sickening crunch under my fingers.
And there was a loud screech of metal as Mac wrenched the bar off the window. Popping his ginger beard through, he reached his hand out for me.
“Polly, hurry!”
Before Grease could get up, I scrambled onto the sink and stretched on my tiptoes.
“Let’s move,” Mac said, hauling me through the window. “Some of his friends are out here and they’re kind of looking pissed.”