The thought was fleeting as the bike took the streets with ease. He deserved every fucking punch, every fucking hit. Atleast someone had been willing to stand up to that rich asshole, even if they had no idea what the consequences would be.
And then it hit me, as I clung to this complete stranger's back.
Who the fuck are these masked heroes of mine? And are they even heroes at all?
3
SPENCER
My heart raced,a ticker counting every foot we put between ourselves and the asshole we’d just beaten within an inch of consciousness.
Did we really just do that?
The pretty redhead clinging to my back was undeniable evidence that what had happened was real — and would have real consequences.
As we rounded a tight curve, her grip around my waist tightened and her head pressed tighter between my shoulder blades. I couldn’t deny the warm buzz it sent through me, feeling her rely on me like that.
It had been a long time since I’d had a proper backpack — a bike bunny of my own. But this wasn’t exactly how I’d been planning on finding a new one…
More shocking than the pretty little thing on the back of my bike, though, was the bloody mess we’d left in our wake. I wasn’t a stranger to violence, and certainly not to assholes like him, but when we’d headed out to the bar tonight, the instructions were clear: surveillance, not carnage, and certainly no captives.
Dom’s not going to be pleased about this.
Looking ahead at Leo, the tight set of her shoulders, I could already tell she was thinking the same thing.
Normally, I wasn’t afraid of bending Dom’s rules. But Leo had a hard-on for directives — a holdover from her military days, if I had to guess. It wasn’t like her to go against orders especially not when The Oracle was watching.
And she hadn’t just gone along with the madness — she’d thrown the first punch. Hit that fucker square and solid in the nose. He certainly deserved it, but I couldn’t help the shock and pride swirling against each other in my chest.
And my little passenger… It wasn’t just any girl who could break Callahan’s icy calculation. Thrumming underneath every other thought was one simple question:Who the fuck is this girl?
I wasn’t sure, but I could already tell the verbal lashing from Dom would be well worth the answers hiding behind those sparkling green eyes.
I’d never tried sneaking a girl into the manor before — Dom’s crazy “no guest” policy didn’t seem like a rule worth breaking until now. Blowing off a mission never felt worth it either.
But there was no way in hell that I would have let her go home with that piece of shit. If he would lay hands on her like that in public, what would he do behind closed doors?
My knuckles whitened on the handlebars as we careened down the back road and onto the dirt path.
No.He was a danger to her, and Valemont was growing more dangerous by the day. I could take the heat for going rogue. But no matter what happened, she wasn’t going back to him.
4
KIERA
I’m completely fucked.
Every single instinct told me not to let these two complete strangers whisk me away into the dark night. But as we drifted from remote streets to a dirt path, my stomach burned with the weight of my error. Now, we were somewhere only God knew… and even she might not be here.
Taking in a deep breath, I tried to convince myself I’d survive. I’d handled far worse with far less. I just needed to steel myself to run off into the woods to get away from whoever these muscular bikers were.
I could duck and roll now…
Considering it, I watched the dirt churn under the motorcycle’s wheels. The roaring machine had slowed since we’d peeled off the main road.
I’d still get some gnarly cuts. But I’d probably survive.
Can I survive the chase through these unknown woods, though?
