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nowhere to go. With her body aching as it was, catching her would take little effort. Besides, there was not another building in sight - she would be running into nothing land. Instead, she remained motionless and quiet, for a long time, her body wanting to fall asleep. She was close to dozing off when the intimidating biker finally spoke to her.
    “Where do you need to go?” Blaze asked, cautiously watching as the others exited the bar and began to tend to their motorcycles. He understood that he had crossed the line with Spike. The angry man would probably retaliate, but Blaze would have to deal with that later.
    Angelina had been trying to figure out where Rusty would have taken Justin and at that moment, she knew.
    “Iowa,” she simply stated, afraid to say too much to the brusque man.
    Blaze turned, a rough grin smeared across his face and asked, “What the hell do you want to go there for?” For an instant, his eyes seemed lifeless. “Who chooses to go to Iowa? All they have is cornfields and pigs.”
    His response caught Angelina off guard. She quietly stared at him, confused by his apparent distaste for the state. If it had been a different situation, the comment might have amused her. With a different situation, his rugged good looks might have impressed her. It was not a different situation though.
    Blaze did not wait for her to answer.
    “Do you have a jacket?” he asked.
    Angelina shook her head no. She had nothing other than what she wore - old rugged jeans, a dark tee shirt, dirty white socks and shoes, and her bra and panties. That was it.
    “Gonna get cold then for a bit,” he warned, not offering any help with the situation. With that, he swung his leg up over the seat of his chromed Harley and revved the engine a couple of times before continuing.
    “I’m Blaze,” he stated with a firm matter of fact expression.
    Angelina tried to force a grateful smile as she stood and brushed her jeans off. She did her best to ignore the pain her bruised body caused her, but struggled to do so. Either Blaze did not notice how carefully she moved, or he just did not care. Either way his expression indicated that her pain was not his problem.
    “Get on,” ordered the biker, his jaw firm with control. “I’ll take you as far as I can as long as you do as I say.”
    She nodded in agreement. What else was she going to do?
    “Everything I say,” he continued, a smirk crept across his stern face. “No question’s asked; otherwise you will have the others to deal with, and they do like to share.”
    His intense eyes met Angelina’s as he stared her down, making sure she understood what he was saying. The comment flustered the woman, catching her off guard. She stood for a moment, taking his words in. Uncertain about what she was doing, Angelina cautiously pressed her weight onto the sturdy back peg and swung her leg over the short back seat, trying not to groan as she did so. Silently, she prayed for God to help her survive the ride and find her son. She replayed the conversation the men had in the bar as if it were a record playing in her head. She cringed each time she reheard Blaze say “I don’t share,” assuming he intended to claim her as his own.

Chapter 3
     
     
     
    Angelina inadvertently held her breath as they pulled out of the secluded parking lot. Her heartbeat raced as she further processed the fact that her life was now in the hands of a complete stranger. Desperately tired, her body remained groggy from the events of the night before. She continued to struggle with rousing herself completely, and wished she knew what Rusty had forced her to take, though really, knowing would not have made a bit of difference. Her clouded mind made her feel as if she were in a tunnel, struggling to get out. As the group of bikers headed down the highway, the seriousness of the danger surrounding Angelina started to sink in. She was afraid.
    Angelina listened to the roar of the thunderous group of