Bikers Don't Ask Twice:: (Outlaw MC Erotica) Read Online Free Page B

and was surprised at how different they were. The other one was exactly what I'd imagined a biker to look like, and I'd taken a disliking to him. Brad on the other hand...In any other setting I could see myself getting a crush on him. He was gorgeous, blonde, and he had rough stubble lining his jaw. He had a sensitivity about him, but at the same time he looked tough. He wore his biker leathers well, and if we'd met on the street and he asked me to jump on the back of his bike, I'd definitely hop on and wrap my arms around his waist.
 
     
    I had to stop thinking like this. I had to remember what he'd done. He had kidnapped me for God’s sake! He was a felon, he had abducted the daughter of a US Governor! Who knew what else he got up to? I knew that bikers were into all kinds of criminal activity, from selling guns all the way up to murder. I knew he was extremely bad news for me, but at the same time I felt myself becoming attracted to him.
 
     
    They stopped their secretive whispers and walked toward me. The other one had a scowl on his face, but Brad was smiling.
 
     
    "What's your father’s number?" he said.
 
     
    I almost laughed. After all of this, they really didn't have a plan at all. They were so unprepared for the whole enterprise that they were asking their kidnap victim for help getting their ransom. The ludicrousness of the situation got the better of me and I let a laugh escape my mouth.
 
     
    Seeing this, the other biker's face twisted into fury. He stormed up to me, put his hands on my shoulders and shook me. Any humour I found in the situation dissolved into cold spots of fear that slid up my arms and back. I could feel his hands dig into my shoulders, and I wished I could free myself and run.
 
     
    "What's his damn number you little bitch?" he shouted.
 
     
    Brad took a step forward.
 
     
    "Cool it," he said.
 
     
    The other one dug his hands tighter into my shoulder blades. Brad grabbed his friend by the shoulder and pulled him back. I was surprised by Brad’s strength, because his friend had a good fifty pounds on him.
 
     
    "You've got to chill man. She ain't ever hurt us, and she's no good to us if we send her back bruised."
 
     
    "Fuck it," said the other one. He walked away from us and out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
 
     
    Brad stepped forward and out his hands lightly on my shoulders. I could feel his rough fingers in my naked shoulder blades, and the contact sent a flutter through me.
 
     
    "Just give me the number, yeah? The sooner you do the sooner we can get our money. And then you can get out of here."
 
     
    I gave him the number. Brad picked up his phone, dialled it in and then waited. I'd given him my dad’s office number, because that's where he spent eighteen hours of his day. Sometimes he even slept there.
 
     
    My dad must have picked up because soon Brad was pacing the room talking. The conversation lasted five minutes and Brad's face grew angrier as it went on. I wondered what dad was saying to him. Would he even believe that they had me? Would he pay them the money?
 
     
    Brad hung up the phone. He seemed to take a few seconds to compose himself, and then he turned to me. His face was grave.
 
     
    "You got a problem," he said.
 
     
    I knew already what the problem was. My dad wasn't going to pay up. It was written in Brad’s face, he had a look of disappointment over his failed plan. Or maybe it was guilt over what he was going to have to do to me. I mean, he couldn't exactly let me go now. I had seen his face, and a face like his would burn into any woman’s memory. He wasn't the sort of guy you could just forget.
 
     
    "You could just let me go. I wouldn't say anything," I tried.
 
     
    He shook his head.
 
     
    "But why? There's nothing I could say, I don't even know where I am!"
 
     
    "It's not me... It's him. There's no damn way he’ll let you go."
 
     
    Suddenly I realised that Brad wasn't the leader, I had been