Chapter Forty-Three
Borrowed Time
Sammy
I clung to Menace’s waist as we flew down the interstate. I finally got my breathing right, but I still couldn’t believe everything that had happened. I hoped my father did what the mob asked of him. I hoped Sauce would be okay, but I had no way of knowing, and that killed me.
I closed my eyes, but I’d cried so many tears, I didn’t have any left.
He pulled over just past St. Louis for gas. I’d never been more paranoid, but thankfully nothing happened.
“You good?” He smiled, as I approached him and the bike.
I nodded and forced a smile for his benefit.
“Good.” He climbed on and I got behind him.
I wasn’t as tense, and he didn’t seem to be either. We rolled across the gas station parking lot, and before he could pull out, I asked, “What did he mean? Insurance?”
Menace planted his feet, and paused, glancing back at me a little. “I told Sean to wait until tomorrow and then report you as my hostage.”
“You did what?”
Rather than argue, he pulled out into traffic, leading me to accept it. I knew why he’d done it. They’d realize I was with him eventually, they probably already had.
“Henny was wrong,” I whispered, “You’re not selfish. You’re mine.”
I didn’t know how long I’d have him, but I knew I was going to love him with everything I had, for as long as we were fortunate enough to have each other. I just hoped my father, our families, and his club would be alright.
The End
I hope you enjoyed Pen Me! You can find out more about Sammy and Menace’s fate in book two of the Dirty Savages MC series, Not Your Romeo.
Not Your Romeo
Book II of The Dirty Savages MC series
I always said there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my kids.
Man, I really didn’t know just how deep that sentiment was, until my daughter got herself tangled up with my rogue Road Captain while he was awaiting trial for dropping a mob assassin.
This morning, the Double Nickel Gang took my son hostage and pinned Menace and my daughter down until I agreed to marry the sister of his victim in exchange for their lives and freedom.
I warned the mob boss that I wasn’t exactly the type of thing he wanted to go around sentencing random women too, but he insisted.
She’s a good college lass with a little debt, he’d said.
No, sir.
She’s the scale toting, Dimebag Debutant of the dorm rooms. At least in her own delusional world. The girl isn’t just criminally clueless, she is hellbent on proving she’s as bad as her brothers.
She’s going to bring heat to everything around her–
And now she’s mine to sort out.
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