away.
“Maybe not from the police.” He starts. “But probably from the Serpentines. I recognized his patches.”
“His patches?” She asks, following him out of the kitchen as he walks into the living room.
She watches as he walks over to her love seat, picking his jacket up before turning it over and hanging it over the back of the couch, smoothing his hand over the large patch on the lower back of the leather.
“Yeah, and they probably recognized me, too.” He says, nodding his head as he watches her walk over and run her fingers over the embroidery.
“Demonios…” She reads slowly before looking up at him. “You’re in a biker gang?”
He nods his head as he flips over his jacket once again.
“And the Serpentines…?” She asks, her voice meek.
“Our rivals.” He replies. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but they were the ones mugging you. They must have recognized me and the followed us back here.”
She walks over to the couch before sitting down and rubbing her hands over her face.
“So all this mess is fucking biker gang shit?” She asks, rubbing her eyes. “And now me and my house are in the middle of it. All I wanted to do this weekend was eat my frozen yogurt and maybe have a bubble bath…”
“I’m really sorry.” He says, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside her, glancing down at the cappuccinos they had long left to sit on the coffee table. “If I would have recognized them, I would have just dropped you off and never stayed. It’s not my intention to fuck shit up for people who have nothing to do with this.”
“Do you think they’ll come back?” She asks nervously. “I don’t want to be here if they come back.”
“Then you should come with me.” He says, standing up and holding his hand out for her to grab.
She grabs it, letting him help her off the couch.
“It’ll be safer away from here.” He says, walking back over to his jacket before picking it up and sliding his arms through the arm holes to lift it over his back. “At least until the sun comes up.”
She nods, brushing her fingers through her red curls before rushing over to her front closet.
Lily opens the slotted wooden door and pulls out a thick, woolen sweater before sliding herself into it. She slips her feet into her flats before reaching down onto the small table beside her front door for her keys.
“Let’s leave now.” She says. “I don’t want to be here a second more.”
Jason nods, walking into the front entrance and stepping into his boots.
“I’ll take you somewhere safe where you can sleep.” He says to her as they step out of the front door.
Lily locks it before turning around and running down her front path. She watches Jason lift his legs over his bike, straddling it before inserting the key and turning it over, starting the rumbling engine.
She gets on the back of the bike, sighing as she wraps her arms around his waist before leaning her cheek against his back. Her soft skin brushes against his embroidered patch and she rubs her finger tips again over the lettering as she bites her bottom lip.
What has she gotten herself into this time?
Chapter 4
Lily shields her eyes from the wind behind Jason’s neck as she tightly squeezes his waist, careful not to fall as he swerves his bike around the large puddles in the middle of the street.
“We’re almost there.” Jason says, lifting his chin and tilting his head back to glance at her quickly.
She nods her head into his back, the adrenaline still coursing through her body as he slows his bike down, the rumbling of the engine loud and low, before pulling up in front of a lit up house.
She slides off the bike as he kicks down his kickstand, grabbing a lock of her hair to nervously pull her fingers through as she gazes at the chipped paint and broken
“Maybe not from the police.” He starts. “But probably from the Serpentines. I recognized his patches.”
“His patches?” She asks, following him out of the kitchen as he walks into the living room.
She watches as he walks over to her love seat, picking his jacket up before turning it over and hanging it over the back of the couch, smoothing his hand over the large patch on the lower back of the leather.
“Yeah, and they probably recognized me, too.” He says, nodding his head as he watches her walk over and run her fingers over the embroidery.
“Demonios…” She reads slowly before looking up at him. “You’re in a biker gang?”
He nods his head as he flips over his jacket once again.
“And the Serpentines…?” She asks, her voice meek.
“Our rivals.” He replies. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but they were the ones mugging you. They must have recognized me and the followed us back here.”
She walks over to the couch before sitting down and rubbing her hands over her face.
“So all this mess is fucking biker gang shit?” She asks, rubbing her eyes. “And now me and my house are in the middle of it. All I wanted to do this weekend was eat my frozen yogurt and maybe have a bubble bath…”
“I’m really sorry.” He says, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside her, glancing down at the cappuccinos they had long left to sit on the coffee table. “If I would have recognized them, I would have just dropped you off and never stayed. It’s not my intention to fuck shit up for people who have nothing to do with this.”
“Do you think they’ll come back?” She asks nervously. “I don’t want to be here if they come back.”
“Then you should come with me.” He says, standing up and holding his hand out for her to grab.
She grabs it, letting him help her off the couch.
“It’ll be safer away from here.” He says, walking back over to his jacket before picking it up and sliding his arms through the arm holes to lift it over his back. “At least until the sun comes up.”
She nods, brushing her fingers through her red curls before rushing over to her front closet.
Lily opens the slotted wooden door and pulls out a thick, woolen sweater before sliding herself into it. She slips her feet into her flats before reaching down onto the small table beside her front door for her keys.
“Let’s leave now.” She says. “I don’t want to be here a second more.”
Jason nods, walking into the front entrance and stepping into his boots.
“I’ll take you somewhere safe where you can sleep.” He says to her as they step out of the front door.
Lily locks it before turning around and running down her front path. She watches Jason lift his legs over his bike, straddling it before inserting the key and turning it over, starting the rumbling engine.
She gets on the back of the bike, sighing as she wraps her arms around his waist before leaning her cheek against his back. Her soft skin brushes against his embroidered patch and she rubs her finger tips again over the lettering as she bites her bottom lip.
What has she gotten herself into this time?
Chapter 4
Lily shields her eyes from the wind behind Jason’s neck as she tightly squeezes his waist, careful not to fall as he swerves his bike around the large puddles in the middle of the street.
“We’re almost there.” Jason says, lifting his chin and tilting his head back to glance at her quickly.
She nods her head into his back, the adrenaline still coursing through her body as he slows his bike down, the rumbling of the engine loud and low, before pulling up in front of a lit up house.
She slides off the bike as he kicks down his kickstand, grabbing a lock of her hair to nervously pull her fingers through as she gazes at the chipped paint and broken
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