“My bike’stwo blocks away,” he said, pushing aset of keys into the palm of my hand. “Harley Street Glide, black as fuck and twice as fast. Get somewhere safe and stay there until Icome and get you.”
Gauge gripped my waist and started to hoist me up, but Ifought against him. “Stop, stop…” Islapped at his hands as he pushed me up toward the window. “How will you know where Iam?”
“Jeff?” Banging sound on the door. “Jeff, you in there, man?”
We both turned to look, and then just as quickly, Gauge gripped me and pushed me up to the window again.
“It’swhat Ido,” he replied absently. “Now fuckin’ go.”
“Stop,” Iwhispered frantically. “What about you? You won’tfit through here!”
“Like you give ashit all of asudden?”
Gauge continued to push me up until Iwas forced to grip the edges of the window to stop myself from going through. Iyelped as small splinters of glass stuck in my hands, but still he continued to push me.
“Wait, just wait…”
“Get the fuck out of here, Jolie, or so help me God…” he said, his impatience showing.
Banging sounded on the door again. Ilooked back down at Gauge, my gaze colliding with his. His eyes were as dark as the night, his mouth set in ahard line. His grip on my waist tightened, his large hands holding my small waist in their grip with ease, and something passed between us. Icouldn’tdecide what it was—good or bad, relief or worry. But something went from him to me and back again and my breath caught in my throat, achill moving through my body.
“Gauge,” Ibegan, but he cut me off when another round of banging sounded on the door.
“Time to go, babe.” He nodded. “Trust me, I’ve got this.” And then he pushed me. Hard.
Ifell through the window and out the other side, the jagged pieces of glass cutting along my stomach and thighs as Islid through the small window. The drop wasn’thigh, but Ihit the ground hard and completely unprepared, the unyielding concrete making my teeth clash together as Ihit it, my cheek scraping along the cold ground. Irolled to one side, wincing as pain lanced through me. Iimmediately started to get up, despite being winded and feeling dizzy from the fall. Istaggered sideways before righting myself, my hands gently patting down my body to check that nothing was broken.
Something dark fell through the window seconds later. It hit the ground at my feet and Ibent down to pick it up, already smelling the leather before Icould take in what it was.
It was his cut.
Iswallowed, my stomach roiling in fear and worry.
There was only one reason aman would take off his cut: he didn’twant what happened next connected to his MC.
Islid the leather over my shoulders, my shaking hands bloody and sore. The cut felt unusually heavy across my shoulders but Idismissed the feeling. Realizing Ihad dropped the bike keys when Ihad fallen, Iquickly scanned the ground, finding them near the wall, and with one last look up toward the window where shouting and banging could be heard, Itook off toward Gauge’sbike. Leaving him behind to deal with my mess.
