“There’s nothing like sweet pussy,” he said as he stuffed them in his pocket. “Maybe Kenny will let us have a turn with her if we show up with the kid.”
“Hell, after she scratched his eye, he’ll probably let us allhave a turn. I’m tired of the same old ladies. We need fresh meat like the one he kept in the room,” the biker complained. “Fuckin Bernice whines like a cat. But she can sure give some good head when Kenny wants to punish her and makes her have sex with one of us.”
“I’m surprised he’s put up with her this long. As soon as they get the money from her son, I bet she doesn’t last a week before he dumps her on the side of the road.”
The bikers returned to the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets. “Shit. There’s nothing here to eat. Let’s go down to the bar and have Tiny make us some grub. No one’s here. Damn, it’s too bad. If we found her, we could have some fun before we took her back,” the biker lamented as he shut the door.
Tara waited a bit before coming out of her hiding place. Something she learned from her home life. Tears stung her eyes as she thought of her dad’s accusations. The accident that killed her mom took more from her and Riley than it ever did him. She wished her mom were here now. She’d know how to get out of this mess.
Sneaking down the hallway, she crossed over to the curtain and saw the men leave their bikes parked as they walked the short distance to the bar. Taking the opportunity, she took out the keys and ran down the stairs toward the junky green vehicle. Her heart pounded as she carefully opened the door and waited until the bikers walked out of sight before she started the car. It choked and sputtered to life, and she put the car in drive. A man slapped at the driver’s window, and she saw her father’s angry red face.
“Open the door, Tara,” her father ordered as he banged on the glass.
Pressing down on the gas pedal, Tara peeled out of theparking lot. She glanced in the rear-view mirror to see her dad shouting and the bikers running to their bikes.
“Crap,” she exclaimed as she accelerated and gripped the sticky steering wheel. She turned on the main road, heading to Serenity Ranch.
As she grew closer, the rumbling thunder of the motorcycles grew louder. She turned into the long driveway and nearly lost control of the car as she sped toward the house. Her heart pounded, and she kept glancing in the rearview mirror, searching for them. They turned down the gravel drive and she cried out, worried they’d stop her somehow.
She skidded to a stop and pounded on the door of the old farmhouse, screaming bloody murder. “Help me, help me,” she cried as the bikers climbed off their bikes and walked menacingly toward her.
The door opened, and a brown-haired woman pulled her inside as she aimed her shotgun at the two men, making them halt.
“Take one more step, and I’ll shoot,” she warned them.
One of the bikers held up his hands. “We don’t want any trouble. Zeke and his sister argued about her taking his car without permission. We’re only trying to get her to come home,” the biker explained.
The woman’s brow arched as she surveyed the two men. “Sweetie, do you have a brother?” she asked without glancing at Tara.
“No. I don’t. Those men chased me here,” Tara admitted, terrified the woman might let them take her.
“I suggest you leave,” the woman told the men as she raised the shotgun higher.
The biker leered at her as his foot hit the step. She fired, almost hitting his foot. The two men raced up the stairs, now pissed. They made it to the door when one of the bikersstumbled backward and yelped as his feet left the ground and he was thrown off the porch.
The woman with the gun smiled widely as the other biker pushed past her, unaware of the man on the other side of the wall. He stopped when he felt the gun at his temple.
“I believe you trespassed here,” the man sneered. “Back up slowly.”
The biker held up his hands as he walked backward. “We didn’t mean any harm. My sister likes to cause trouble…”
“Your sister knocked on my door, and Rachel allowed her in. She told you to leave,” the man growled.
“Give me my sister, and we’ll go,” he bargained.
“I’ll call the sheriff and see if they can come and investigate,” the woman suggested.
The bikers moved to their motorcycles and got on, sending vicious stares their way.
“Next time you decide on barging onto our ranch, be aware I won’t be responsible for your safety. Did you see the no trespassing signs as you raced down the driveway?” the man asked. “In case you can’t read, it means we shoot to kill and ask questions later.”
“What about the car?” the biker asked.
“I’ll have it towed to the Blue Moon Bar. You can pay the bill upon receipt,” he told them.
The older man who threw the first biker from the porch kept his gun trained on them until they finally started their bikes and left.
Tara let out a sigh of relief and watched as the woman with long brown hair put her hands on her hips.
