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“Yes, sweet pea. We’re going to school, but the car is broken,” I tell her, pulling the button that opens the hood of the car, as I scramble out, leaving the door open so that my girl can see me. At least I parked next to the busy road before it died on me.
I look under the hood as though I think I know what I’m looking for. But really, I don’t. I’m just hoping someone will stop out of the goodness of their heart and help me. But with the way traffic is whizzing by, there’s not much chance of that happening anytime soon.
When I moved here, I didn’t realize there was a dangerous motorcycle club that had taken up residence here with a bunch of neanderthals who were so big they could snap you in two likea twig. So hearing motorcycles getting closer and closer through the din of everyday traffic; I swallow nervously. I wasn’t looking forward to meeting any of them.
I’m hoping they don’t see me as a damsel in distress, and stop to help. There’s a lot of chatter in town about the local MC, but I’ve never met them myself, so I wouldn’t be able to give an honest opinion on them. Even so, I would like to keep away from them.
Seeing them around town sparks a primal fear inside me, causing my skin to prickle and my heart to race.
None of them have hurt me so far, and they were all very good looking, but so was Angelo, and he was the biggest monster of them all.
Unfortunately, the sound gets louder as they get nearer; I get back in my car, needing the safety it affords me, and sure enough, two men on motorcycles stop by the side of the road when they see me. I lick my lips nervously, and try to act as though seeing them doesn’t bother me one bit. But I don’t know who they are.
They could be working for Angelo for all I know about them.
Knowing this makes me weary, as one throws down the kickstand and removes his helmet. A light brown buzz cut— even though he has a few tattoos on one side of his skull, it doesn’t detract from just how handsome he is, a grin on his face making my heart which had been racing since they stopped next to me, calm down some.
But it’s the other guy that has my attention, even though I can’t see his face, as he’s still wearing a helmet, but his head is turned in my direction, and I can feel his stare even through the visor, as though his eyes are trying to bore right into my skull
But when he finally removes it, my face pales, my breath catches in my throat, and my heart plummets to my stomach.
It can’t be. He’s dead! I was there when Angelo shot him.
I feel as if I’m in some kind of alternate universe. My mouth completely dry as I stare into the dark familiar pools of the man I hadn’t been able to forget these last four years. I can’t believe I was looking back at Ky after all these years.
The confident swagger, as he gets off the motorcycle. The ink all over his body. Every detail is etched in my memory. I give a tentative smile in his direction, the elation I feel at seeing him alive and well, making me want to throw my arms around him and hug him to me.
An icy shiver runs down my spine as I see the dark, menacing look on his face, the cocky grin he had moments ago replaced by a dangerous intensity—that stops me in my tracks.
I swallow hard, reluctantly leaving the safety of my car, even with the darkness surrounding him, I can’t stop my body’s reaction to him as moisture leaks from my pussy. I'm in my dark blue scrubs, feeling frumpy and out of place, standing next to these two handsome men.
The steely expression doesn’t leave Ky's handsome face as they both get closer to me. I look back at the car nervously, seeing Willow fast asleep in her booster seat. Biting down on my bottom lip, I turn back to the two men.
“What seems to be the trouble, beautiful?” the other guy says, and I can see Ky’s jaw ticking, as if in anger. Which was ridiculous, since he so obviously hates me. I see the name Ink stitched into his vest, his position in the club, being that of Sargeant-At-Arms. Interesting.
As he takes in my car, and a slow smile spreads across his good-looking face.
“Seems you have a bit of a problem with your car?”
“Give the guy a gold star,” I mutter under my breath. But then say. “You could say that.” “Damn thing won’t start.” I motion down at myself with one hand. “As you can see, I was on my way to work.”.
The sight of Willow in the car sends Ky’s eyes popping out of his head, almost comically wide. I would have laughed if I was in the mood, but I had a full list of things that needed to get done when I arrived at work, and I had no time to stand around and chat.
“If either of you could point me to the nearest auto shop, that would be great,” I say, forcing a smile and trying to ignore the way Ky’s eyes blazed when he looked at me. Without saying a word, he takes his phone from the pocket of his vest.
“What’s the little one’s name?” Ink asks, my eyes search out my girl nervously. She’s still asleep, thank goodness, and I open each window to let in the breeze that’s picked up while we’ve been here.
“Willow,” I tell him, as Ky finishes his conversation and turns back toward us.
“Just spoke to Angel. He’s going to come and tow the car back to the auto shop,” he announces, as if I’d agreed for him to do that.
Standing my ground, I cross my arms over my chest, inadvertently lifting my ample breasts further.
“And who, pray tell, is Angel?” I demand, wanting to roll my eyes as Ink’s eyes are drawn down to my chest.
“Angel is a member of our club, but he’s also the town’s only mechanic.”
My heart takes a nosedive. “Oh, will he be able to fix the car as quickly as possible, and how much is it going to cost me?”