Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,70

almost all day. I had a headache. Those two in the front prattled endlessly and most people would’ve tuned them out or not paid much mind to what they said all that time, but I did my best to listen to every word they said. Information was all I had right now.

So far, I know that whatever is left of the old Jackals are swelling their numbers. They’ve recruited a few members from up north somewhere. An Ipswich and two Sioux Falls Jackals have recently got out of jail. There’s an established outlaw MC that the few remaining members have joined forces with. It just hasn’t been decided yet whether the Jackals are joining them, or if the Jackals will stay on their own and be a support club for the other club. They were also still deciding what city they’d be based out of. That was a point of debate for a while. I don’t know the name of this club, but I know the prez is named Eugene and there’s a chapter outside Deadwood but it’s not the mother charter. The guy in the passenger seat, the other guy calls “Unc”. Unc calls him ‘Kiddo’. I don’t know if they’re uncle/nephew or if Unc and Kiddo are their road names.

I also know that there’s something that they want that they think Fork is going to give them and my presence as ‘that asshole’s daughter’ is just a pleasant surprise. A few references were made to him ‘makin good’ on making shit up to them, though the older one said that I would definitely be well-received as contributing to that, which made me shudder.

When I shuddered, he pulled me closer and kissed my temple.

“Good way to stick it to that asshole prick,” Unc said. “Let him know we got her before he gets his.”

My blood ran even colder.

I’d already worked out in my head that if he’d come to the cabin with the intention of kidnapping me, he probably would’ve taken me somewhere last night. I now believed his reaction to their arrival was a genuine surprise and that he didn’t want them to know I was there.

But, this didn’t mean I’d survive if they had guns trained at us. This didn’t mean I wasn’t about to be raped, then murdered. Whether he was on our side or their side, my fate was uncertain. And uncertainty in a situation like this was a very, very bad thing, particularly given the Wyld Jackals track record.

I didn’t have a view of where we were going from the back of that van. We would’ve been there by now if we’d been heading back to Aberdeen, Ipswich, or Sioux Falls. We could be in Nebraska or one of the other neighboring states even.

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My throat was dry, feeling like it was filled with dust. I was having trouble swallowing. And the panic hadn’t let up. I was immobilized and he was doing things that seemed like he was trying to settle me down, trying to convince me with an ongoing shower of affection that he was telling the truth and that he’d somehow miraculously protect me.

I wasn’t convinced, and it wasn’t calming me down.

His mouth kept dotting kisses along my hairline. What happened to him being the type who didn’t even kiss?

He stroked my arm, my jaw. He played with my hair. Took the hair tie out and put it on his wrist, then finger combed it for, forever…

And I couldn’t do or say a thing. I was just there, cocooned by him, my feet bare, my boots beside me, my ankles, wrists, and mouth taped.

I’d wanted, yearned even, for this man’s attention, affection. To lay in his arms and have him play with my hair? That would’ve been a fucking dream. But now that he was doing it, under these circumstances? Nightmare. I wanted nothing more than to be as far away from him and this situation as possible.

And these men? I couldn’t know for sure, but it was possible, even probable that these guys did it or at least this van was there – there the day my brother Rider got shot. It was a blue cargo van with damage on the side, which was what they unsuccessfully looked for after that because the van had been in a crash with Jenna’s car.

They killed Luke, killed Jet and Kailey, then tried to kill my brother, almost succeeding. They wanted to kill my father, but were excited that he’d know they got me