motorcycle. The bike suddenly stopped. Why were we stopping so soon? The FBI were probably on our tail. I gazed over to see my apartment.
“What are we doing here, Ryker? Do you want me to get some stuff?”
Ryker shook his head. “You can't come with me, Brooke.”
I hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could, but I knew he couldn't even feel it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The FBI are after me and the MC is in handcuffs. I need to escape town until the heat dies down.”
Ryker killed the engine and got off the bike. I stayed on, hoping to somehow chain myself to the handlebars. “I'm coming with you,” I said, my bottom lip trembling.
Ryker sighed. “You don't understand. If you come with me, you'll be aiding and abetting a fugitive. That comes with some serious prison time. I can't let you do that.”
I put my hand on his face and caressed it. “I know that you love me and don't want anything bad to happen. But you need to hear me...I'm not getting off this fucking bike. There's nothing here for me. I'm a stripper for god's sake.”
Ryker suppressed a chuckle. “You are truly unique, do you know that, Brooke?”
I pinched both of his cheeks hard. “Just shut up and get back on the bike.”
Ryker shrugged and kissed me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I will always be by your side, Ryker.
I looked back at my apartment and realized that I didn't get to say goodbye to Jenny. The FBI would surely talk to her in a couple of days when they figured everything out. It might be awhile before I could contact her. I blew her a kiss as Ryker drove us away.
We rode through the night, red taillights streaking past my vision, no particular destination in mind. The singular headlight of the motorcycle lit up the road ahead as streetlights flashed by us. We could go anywhere we wanted to. Start over if we had to. As long as we had each other we could get through anything. Our love would protect us.
Epilogue
Brooke
The strawberry margarita was ice cold and tasted like summer. The sun beat down on my tanned skin as the sounds of the ocean crashed in the background. The view was absolutely incredible. The ocean went on for miles and met up with the horizon. The beach was completely deserted except for us. I never pictured myself living the high life. I lifted my sunglasses and looked over at Ryker. My man.
Ryker lay on the beach chair next to me, his nose deep into a newspaper. His chiseled chest glistened in the sunlight. My thighs were still quivering from when we made love this morning. His body on top of me, thrusting in and out until finishing. I couldn't get enough of him and his thick cock. Just thinking about it brought a smile to my face.
“How is everything back home?” I asked softly. We had been on the run for months now and even though we were living in paradise, Ryker longed to go back home. His sense of duty to his MC was overriding any sort of fun that he could be having. Knowing that his brothers were in jail made the guilt unbearable. I wanted to be there for him but there wasn't anything I could do.
Ryker sighed and folded the newspaper. “That FBI Agent Swift is still on the lookout for us.”
I remembered when Ryker showed me the newspaper with my missing photo on it—a prom photo from high school. There were a couple quotes from Jenny about me being the “most incredible woman ever.” My stomach wrenched at the thought that Jenny probably believed I was hurt or dead. She didn't deserve that. A phone call to her could change all that but there was no way. The FBI probably had her cellphone tapped.
It didn't take the FBI long to connect the dots and link me to Ryker. The American media was fascinated with the hunt for us. The tabloids labeled us as Bonnie and Clyde, going around robbing banks and killing people. We weren't even in the U.S. anymore. The east coast of Mexico
“What are we doing here, Ryker? Do you want me to get some stuff?”
Ryker shook his head. “You can't come with me, Brooke.”
I hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could, but I knew he couldn't even feel it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The FBI are after me and the MC is in handcuffs. I need to escape town until the heat dies down.”
Ryker killed the engine and got off the bike. I stayed on, hoping to somehow chain myself to the handlebars. “I'm coming with you,” I said, my bottom lip trembling.
Ryker sighed. “You don't understand. If you come with me, you'll be aiding and abetting a fugitive. That comes with some serious prison time. I can't let you do that.”
I put my hand on his face and caressed it. “I know that you love me and don't want anything bad to happen. But you need to hear me...I'm not getting off this fucking bike. There's nothing here for me. I'm a stripper for god's sake.”
Ryker suppressed a chuckle. “You are truly unique, do you know that, Brooke?”
I pinched both of his cheeks hard. “Just shut up and get back on the bike.”
Ryker shrugged and kissed me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I will always be by your side, Ryker.
I looked back at my apartment and realized that I didn't get to say goodbye to Jenny. The FBI would surely talk to her in a couple of days when they figured everything out. It might be awhile before I could contact her. I blew her a kiss as Ryker drove us away.
We rode through the night, red taillights streaking past my vision, no particular destination in mind. The singular headlight of the motorcycle lit up the road ahead as streetlights flashed by us. We could go anywhere we wanted to. Start over if we had to. As long as we had each other we could get through anything. Our love would protect us.
Epilogue
Brooke
The strawberry margarita was ice cold and tasted like summer. The sun beat down on my tanned skin as the sounds of the ocean crashed in the background. The view was absolutely incredible. The ocean went on for miles and met up with the horizon. The beach was completely deserted except for us. I never pictured myself living the high life. I lifted my sunglasses and looked over at Ryker. My man.
Ryker lay on the beach chair next to me, his nose deep into a newspaper. His chiseled chest glistened in the sunlight. My thighs were still quivering from when we made love this morning. His body on top of me, thrusting in and out until finishing. I couldn't get enough of him and his thick cock. Just thinking about it brought a smile to my face.
“How is everything back home?” I asked softly. We had been on the run for months now and even though we were living in paradise, Ryker longed to go back home. His sense of duty to his MC was overriding any sort of fun that he could be having. Knowing that his brothers were in jail made the guilt unbearable. I wanted to be there for him but there wasn't anything I could do.
Ryker sighed and folded the newspaper. “That FBI Agent Swift is still on the lookout for us.”
I remembered when Ryker showed me the newspaper with my missing photo on it—a prom photo from high school. There were a couple quotes from Jenny about me being the “most incredible woman ever.” My stomach wrenched at the thought that Jenny probably believed I was hurt or dead. She didn't deserve that. A phone call to her could change all that but there was no way. The FBI probably had her cellphone tapped.
It didn't take the FBI long to connect the dots and link me to Ryker. The American media was fascinated with the hunt for us. The tabloids labeled us as Bonnie and Clyde, going around robbing banks and killing people. We weren't even in the U.S. anymore. The east coast of Mexico
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