Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,80

bubble bath and then we order take-out food at Jenna’s? I’m buying, so no arguments about that, and you can all entertain me and help me forget I nearly got raped and murdered today and nearly firebombed a week ago, and… that my father and brothers are pissed at me because I’m going to be Miss August and part of the logo for the Biker Babes calendar.”

And that I gave my virginity to a man who said we can’t be together. A man who saved my life twice and who I want more now than I ever did before.

“The logo?” Ella gasped. “Get out!”

“The guys don’t know that yet, do they?” Pippa asked. “No one said anything about the logo.”

“They saw me on it but I’m not sure if it penetrated.”

I pulled the photoshoot proofs up on my phone, showing the various poses I’d done. It didn’t have the logo, they obviously made that after the photoshoot, but the girls saw all the watermarked pictures, including the picture of me on my bike, my knees to the seat and my stilettos up in the air behind me, crossed at the ankles looking all sultry in my leather bra and a miniskirt with a come-fuck-me look on my face. There was also a collage of pictures of me straddling my bike backwards, me lying back on it with the cop hat on, me on the floor against my bike, and some fun and goofy shots that Lawrence had taken to help me loosen up.

“Holy crapola, you are gorgeous,” Pippa said, jaw dropped.

“Stunning,” Jenna said. “No wonder they all lost it.”

“First stop, Biker Babes calendar, next up, Victoria’s Secret runway,” Ella mused.

I laughed. “As if.”

“You look like Adriana Lima and Megan Fox’s love child,” Ella said. “Not blowin’ smoke.”

Pippa piped up. “You’re a goddess. Like Jenna said, it’s no wonder your brothers and dad are flipped out. They’re gonna catch so much shit.”

“They thought it was a year’s worth,” Ella added. “But the logo? Damn, girlfriend. Their headaches are not goin’ away any time soon.”

“Nope,” I agreed. “Now, can we get out of here? I need hot water, bubbles, and to eat my feelings in a home instead of a clubhouse.”

I wanted out in a bad way, before any of my family got back. They may have had stuff to do, like plot revenge, burn out a blue cargo van, or they may have gotten on the road directly after us. I had no idea.

I just knew I didn’t wanna be here when they got back, not to mention when he got back.

I packed a bag and knocked on Brady’s door to ask if he’d watch my cat for me and tell Dad where I was. I didn’t know how Marshmallow would get along with Jenna and Rider’s two kitties so wanted to keep her at the clubhouse. He agreed without hesitation, told me he’d just seen her stretched out on the kitchen table, barbeque sauce on her face. Someone had left a plate of chicken wings out, so he got the bones out of the way.

I found her there, sleeping on the table, her face now clean. She stretched her front paws toward me, little toes separating, and blinked at me as I approached her. My cat. Livin’ her best life in the biker clubhouse. I shook my head.

“Be back soon, baby cat.” I scratched her head and leaned over to kiss the back of her cute little ear. And then I followed the girls out to Jenna’s car.

Nolan, the prospect, followed us over.

Looked like we were under prospect security watch again.

Fucking great.

***

Jenna pampered me. Ella relived her second kidnapping, telling us all about how Christian killed a guy and shot another guy, along with throwing Ella’s pervy alcoholic uncle (Fork’s father) from a moving vehicle while we ate Thai food and drank sangria. (Andie joined us and brought a big pitcher over)

I fell asleep drunk and after only a half an hour or so alone in the guest room, crying into my pillow softly because I’d had sex with a beautiful superhero biker who didn’t think he was good enough for me so he was determined to push me away. Everyone thought he was cold, but he wasn’t really cold. He was angry and bitter because of the hand he’d been dealt. I didn’t know all of what’d done that to him, but I saw pain in those eyes. Deep pain. He was trying to make his life right. Trying