a good way to kidnap a woman?” Chains fires back, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m sorry, but this is the first time I’ve been in this situation.”
Leaning my head back, I close my eyes. Think, Abbie, think.
“I need to pee,” I announce.
Maybe if I can get away from them, I can call Ivy to come pick me up, and Mom won’t even have to know anything that has happened. It will save me from her “I told you so” speech, which I’m not looking forward to. She told me to stay away from the bikers, and I didn’t listen, because Temper was too much of a temptation.
“I’ll stop at the next gas station,” Crow says. He seems nicer than Chains, and definitely has a kinder disposition.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t even think of trying anything,” Chains says, watching me from the corner of his eye. “If you get away, Temper will actually fuckin’ kill me, and we don’t need another death happening today.”
“So he did die,” I state, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how I got dragged into this. My life was so simple before I went on this date with Temper.”
And now I understand why he doesn’t date. Maybe this is his life and this shit just follows him around all the time. I feel a dash of sympathy for him, but he chose this life, and I guess this is the downside to it. Renny has only ever been polite and kind to me, and I had no idea he could be capable of what I saw today, which only shows how na?ve I am. I know he was protecting himself and his brothers, but this whole incident has just made me regret ever looking in Temper’s direction. He’s not even here right now, making sure that I’m okay. Instead he’s on his bike, probably enjoying his life while I’m fucking tied up here with his men.
This wasn’t how I ever pictured him tying me up would be. I was imagining a little more consent, and a lot more fun.
Anger fills me. He’s the president, so he could have handled this situation any way he wanted, and this is his best option? He’s either a complete idiot or he just panicked and did what he could to temporarily fix the situation—at my expense, of course.
Either way, I think it’s safe to say my dating life with any type of bikers is well and truly done with.
“He’s a good man,” Crow says, sticking up for his leader. “Don’t judge him by what happened tonight. He’s doing the best he can in a fucked-up situation none of us saw coming.”
“We didn’t see the date with you coming either,” Chains mutters, running his hand through his dark hair. “I don’t think he’s ever been on a date since I joined the MC.”
“I think we have bigger problems right now,” I reply, scowling and lifting up my tied hands. “Well, at least I do.”
Crow, the bastard, can’t help but laugh out loud. “I like you, Abbie.”
“Wish the feeling was mutual,” I reply, gritting my teeth. “What are you guys going to do when my sister reports me missing and the cops come after you? Everyone saw me leaving with Temper, and I’m sure that your clubhouse isn’t that hard to find.”
“What happens next is up to Temper,” Chains replies, checking a text message on his phone. “I’m sure he has a plan, or at least he will come up with one.”
Just fucking great.
And I’m sure they’re right. Temper didn’t become president by default; he was chosen because he’s obviously intelligent, crafty, and knows how to strategize and fix things when they go wrong.
“We can stop here,” Crow says, pulling into a gas station. “But Abbie, if you try anything, it’s not going to end well.” He gives me a look that tells me he means business. When I nod, he says, “Chains, untie her.”
Come on. They can’t expect me to not try anything. They’ve fucking taken me without my consent, and I don’t care how they try to justify that, but it’s not okay. They can try the