Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,67
cheekbone.
“C’mon, Chrissy… you know you shoulda told us you were tappin’ the Dom princess. That woulda bought you more time,” the younger of the two guys said.
“Gonna explain what the fuck is going on here?” I demanded.
The older guy in my doorway had to be about fifty, salt and pepper hair with a scraggly grey beard that came down to his chest. He was tall.
The other was average height, black curly hair and built, though homely looking. He was about mid-twenties at most. He looked at me with interest.
“Let’s go, Chris,” the younger of the two barked. “You’ve been summoned, and she comes with you.”
“Lemme get my boots on, baby,” He put his lips to my cheekbone again and then released his hold.
I stood. My room suddenly felt tiny with these two guys blocking the doorway, Christian Forker sitting on my bed. He got his other boot done up and stood.
I put my hands to my waist and glared at all of them.
“What the fuck?” I asked.
“Go. Gimme a minute with her,” Christian said.
They left the room, though they didn’t go outside. I guessed they were lingering in the front room.
“C’mon baby. We need to go for a ride.” He stared directly into my eyes as he said it, urgency on his face that I play along.
“Who are those guys?” I demanded.
He set his mouth in a firm line. “Jojo. Let’s go. I’ll explain later.”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t like what I’m seein’ here. Are these guys Jackals?”
I heard a laugh as the screen door swung closed.
He gave me a hard expression. “Trust me,” he mouthed.
I shook my head. My heart was racing. I reached for my phone.
He grabbed my wrist. “No. Leave it,” he whispered.
“What are you doing?” I tried to wrestle my arm away from him.
“Forky! Let’s go!” The older guy called out from outside.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I told him. “And give me my---”
His hand clapped over my mouth and he raised his finger while mouthing the word no.
I pointed at the door as I fought my way out of his hold, only getting out when he let me go.
“I have to pee before I do anything.”
“Do not try to get out the window. They’ve got guns,” he whispered.
My back went straight.
“Hurry,” he urged. “I’ll figure this out.”
I stumbled on my way to the bathroom seeing that they were on our front porch.
I peed and washed my hands shakily and then I swished some mouthwash just quickly. He opened the door before I was finished.
I spat in the sink and snapped, “Hey!”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the bedroom, stuffing his wallet and keys into one pocket and his phone into the other. I went to put my flipflops on but he kicked them under the bed and pointed at my boots.
I frowned.
“Let’s go.” He dropped his leather cut on top of the pillow that hid my phone.
“You can’t think for a second I’ll get in a car with you and two Jackals, Fork.”
“Boots on, baby. Hurry.”
Everything inside me screamed at me to make sure I didn’t go with them. Every single thing.
I backed away and when I was just outside the doorway, I booked it toward the basement stairs.
“Fuck sakes,” he grumbled and suddenly his arm hooked around me and I was off my feet, spun, and put over his shoulder.
He stopped and went to turn.
“Throw a fit, baby. Show ‘em your temper,” he invited in a low voice.
I was aghast for half a second, about to tell him he should go downstairs and grab a gun, but then he smacked my ass and that jolted me out of my daze.
“Listen,” I said. “Don’t go out there. I have to—” He was on the move. “Wait, Christian, wait…”
He didn’t listen. He grabbed my boots and we were heading for the door.
I kicked and shouted. “Stop, you fucking asshole and listen to me for a sec…” I couldn’t exactly shout out that there was a gun downstairs that could be used to defend ourselves. And what if he wasn’t even on our side? What if this was a set-up all along?
He was strong. I couldn’t get free. And I tried. I really fucking tried. I wasn’t sure if I was more angry or frightened as we got out the front door onto the porch.
Jackals at our family cabin. At our safe place. Fucking Jackals.
Betrayal? Jackals with guns making us go with them?