I look over at Bear and nod. Bear takes my hand and leads me toward the exit. Whiskey and Gears follow. It doesn’t take us long to reach their bikes.
“We’ll follow you,” Whiskey says.
Bear hops on his bike and puts on his helmet. I slide on behind him, taking the helmet from his hands and putting it on. Bear turns his bike on and revs the engine.
I wrap my arms around him as he drives off, making his way toward the motel. It’s a short drive; the motel is only two blocks away from the mall. Bear parks on the side of the road, Gears and Whiskey behind us.
I slide off and hand my helmet to Bear. He straps it onto his bike before turning back to me, taking his helmet off.
“I’ll see you on Monday at work. You stay safe tomorrow, and I’ll text you.” Bear pulls me toward him.
He kisses my forehead and lets go, putting his helmet back on. He looks so sexy on his bike. I bite my lip and meet his eyes. He shakes his head before he waves, turning on his bike and leaving, Whiskey and Gears following him.
I turn around and head toward the motel entrance, a smile on my face. I walk through the door, ignoring everything around me.
It was so nice to just relax and hang out with people. I unlock my door and walk in, setting my key on the desk.
Before I can do anything else, there’s a knock on the door. Who would be knocking at this time? The boys didn’t forget anything, and I don’t know anyone else.
At the door, I look through the peephole to see the owner of the motel. Why would he be here?
“I know you are in there! Open the door!” he yells.
Hesitantly, I open the door, keeping half my body behind the door.
“I want you out of this room in an hour! I don’t want someone living here who is associated with the Hell’s Reapers!” His face is red with anger. “You have an hour or I’m calling the cops!”
He storms away as I stand in the doorway with only one thing on my mind. Where am I going to live from now on?
12
BROOKE
Iclose my door and rush over to my bag, head hung low. Dread fills my stomach at the realization that I will have to sleep on a bench tonight. I don’t want to bother Bear or anyone else with my problems. We had just such a good day, and I don’t want to spoil it. I know the buys said they were going to go to a party.
I pick up a couple of pairs of pants and shirts and place them in my bag. I give one more look around the room, checking whether I left anything anywhere. Once I see that I have everything packed, I head to the door and open it.
The owner is standing outside with his hand held out. I place the key into his palm and walk toward the front entrance, not making eye contact with anyone.
“I don’t want to see you anywhere near this motel again. I will call the cops,” he shouts as I exit.
I pull my arms through my bag straps, walking down the street. I keep my eyes peeled for a bench I can sleep on tonight. The last bench I slept on was in a park just around the corner. No one bothered me last time, and I hope it is the same this time.
When I turn the corner, the bench is clear of people. No one is in the park, thankfully, since it’s getting late.
I whip my head around when I hear the roar of a bike. My whole body rests against the wall of the building with my head down. I don’t want any of the bikers to see me out here. Embarrassed that I got kicked out.
The biker stops a couple of stores down, gets off his bike, and heads into the store. I exhale the breath I was holding and make my way toward the bench, dragging my feet. I set my bag at the end of the bench. I turn around, looking over at the shops, and find the biker looking at me, but I don’t recognize him. Oddly, he is just looking at me.
I sit on the bench and stare at him. Why is he looking at me? I try not to make any subtle movements to throw the biker off. He turns around and heads into the coffee shop. Relieved, I let out a sigh. I lay down on the bench and close my eyes, hoping for a good night’s sleep.
Feeling a tug under my head,I open my eyes. Hands are all I see. Hands that are grabbing my bag, pulling it. Pain radiates through my head as I hit the hard bench. I groan and sit up slowly. The figure runs away with my bag, and I open my mouth to say something, but nothing will come out.
I sigh and lie back down on the couch. By the time I would have gotten up, the person would be too far away to run after them. I also don’t have anything valuable in there besides clothes.
I curl up the best I can on the bench and try to fall asleep. At this point, my body is on high alert, and I can’t relax. My body starts to slowly relax after a while, and I try to fall asleep again.
In the back of my mind, I hear the rumble of a motorcycle, but I pay no attention to it. I just want to fall asleep and deal with everything in the morning. My body relaxes even more as I get closer to falling asleep.
