Lucian was talking about and wondered how he knew of Auro and Lyne.
“Yeah. Want to know what they did to me, Lucian?” he said, fighting the urge to rip the phone from the wall. He would have told him, would have made him feel like absolute shit for not finding Talon before they could begin their major fuck-dandy-hand games on him, but it was too shameful.
“Not...really. Listen, man, I’m so sorry. You aren’t too far from where you had been before. I called the maids in the flat last night and they didn’t say much, only that you hadn’t been there. I hope you don’t mind, but they got fired quick.” A ring of irritation resonated through his deep baritone.
“Good. You knew about Jamie, didn’t you?” he asked, more pissed than betrayed. Why hadn’t Lucian said anything to him? If he had, then he would have found her and he might not have been taken by the Immortal bastards that lived for pain.
“I did,” Lucian said, sighing into the phone. There was a staticy sound, and then he came back online.
“Listen, we’ll talk more when you get here. Keep her safe, and don’t let Auro get a hold of her. He shouldn’t have a chance, because your ride should be there soon. You’re only a couple miles away from the Ally Cat, but I have your bike at Sinclair.”
“Got two helmets?” he asked, hating that he was concerned for Jamie’s safety.
“Yep. I hope she doesn’t have a problem with the bike, she doesn’t know how you ride.”
Talon actually smirked as he hung up the phone.
“Houston? We have a problem...”
Jamie stared at the black piece of metal that was going to be her ultimate death. It was large, but didn’t seem big enough to hold two people. There were two helmets hanging off of the handles, and the large moving truck that was driving away had been her last chance at life.
Sun rays beamed down on them, and the wind was messing with her hair. Talon cast her a look before grabbing the large black ball of death and handing it to her. He took the keys out of the other one and jingled them in his hand. “Get on the bike, princess. It isn’t going to kill you.”
“Did you not hear me? We have a problem,” she said, fear underlying her voice.
“Which is?” he asked, almost arrogantly. She watched with horror as he swung a leg over the the large metal contraption and proceeded to look at her expectantly.
“My imminent death,” she said thinly, getting light headed. She had only been on a motorcycle once, and it had been with Chris. He had been too reckless, swerved, and she still had the scar to prove the crash. Her stomach turned at the thought of actually going on one of those things again.
“You aren’t going to die,” he said drolly, holding out the helmet again. She took it with shaking hands, staring at him doubtfully.
“Why do I have a hard time believing that?” she asked out loud, talking to herself more than him. He gave a chuckle and turned the ignition. The thing purred to life and she swore it stared at her with death hungry headlights. Her knees knocked together as she came forward, closer than she wanted to be.
“Because you’re a chicken,” he said, right before yanking on her shoulder and, in one shockingly fluid motion, setting her in front of him. His arms came around her from behind, settling on the handle bars.
“This isn’t...safe,” she stammered, hating the heat that came from him. It made her feel warm, made her remember last night. She wanted nothing more than to turn in her spot and kiss him full on -- hell, it might be a better distraction than anything else.
Jamie licked her lips, remembering the hot press of his mouth on hers. She clenched her legs as best she could, fighting the feeling in her stomach. He took the helmet from her and slipped it over her head.
“I know, but now I won’t think of you jumping off the back for the safety of the ground,” he said, a deep chuckle in his voice before he put his foot under hers and did one of the most frightening things ever.
Jamie squeaked when they shot off. Her eyes closed tightly and she turned her face into his neck, trying to think of something else, anything else. Actually, take that back.
She didn’t think it would be good to think of them