Capture (Restless Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Julia Marie
down the rows, trying to find a coveted spot not too far from a mall entrance, willing to spend the time and gas looking around rather than walk a few dozen extra steps.
As I went to turn towards the entrance, a woman ran almost right in front of my bike, barely even slowing down to make sure that I was going to stop in time to avoid hitting her.
Only a couple of seconds later, two men in suits followed suit, sprinting after the woman.
Jackie?
My mind finally caught up to what my eyes had already seen. I floored the gas to get to the end of the aisle and cut off a Dodge minivan as I tried to project Jackie’s direction and figure out the best place to intercept her.
My time in the marines tracking down people who ran from justice aided me as I picked an aisle and sped down, keeping track of the few glimpses I got of Jackie as she raced away from the agents hot on her trail.
I got ahead of her, and pulled up. My heart broke as I saw how little distance now separated her from her pursuers. Despite running for her life, she was just not as fit as a field agent and she was running out of stamina far before they. If I had driven up the previous aisle, she would have gotten to my bike perfectly on time.
“Jackie! Run to me!”
My heart pounded in my ears, the pulse drowning everything out except for the ragged gasps of breath that I sucked down as quickly as I could. I had no idea how close behind me the FBI agents were, but I had no faith that I was gaining any ground on them.
The end was near, and I knew that I was only seconds away from giving up. I hadn’t even picked a direction when I took off; the only thing that mattered was to get away from them. There wasn’t anything that I was running to. It seemed pointless to run any further anyway, that just meant that I would be that much more exhausted when they took me into custody.
Or just flat out kill me. It was what the last agent I’d seen had tried to do, even though he’d been assigned to protect and watch over me.
I hadn’t run this hard or this far since grade school gym class. I was starting to hallucinate, the field of view at the edges of my vision wavering. Somehow I even imagined Shane’s voice.
I knew I’d lost it when I saw a motorcycle standing in the next aisle, Shane leaning towards me and calling my name. I shook my head, wondering at what point I’d gone psychotic. Maybe I wasn’t even running anymore, but locked in a loony bin somewhere.
Shane didn’t disappear, and the bike only grew bigger as I got closer.
Holy shit, it’s not an illusion.
I spurred myself on even harder, now that I had a goal to shoot for. For the first time, I was running towards something as much as running away from the danger behind me. With an extra burst of speed, I cleared the final row of cars and launched myself at the man and the seat on the back of bike.
The dull ache of the full exertion from running was replaced with a sharp pain as my leg slammed into the bike, not daring to slow down until I had my arms wrapped around Shane. Somehow he kept the bike upright, his body a solid tree trunk that didn’t fall under the impact of my body.
He didn’t wait for me to get comfortable, and tires squealed as he took off. A hand closed for a fraction of a second on my arm before we drove out of reach of the men following.
I struggled to regain my senses, scrambling to pull my feet up to the rests and secure my grip around Shane’s waist. Task finished, I collapsed against his back. Shane weaved around traffic and pedestrians to escape the trap of the parking lot.
It was my first time on the back of a bike, and it was the most unholy combination of terrified and exhilarated that I had ever experienced.
“Are you okay?” he yelled back to me.
I tried to answer, but I was breathing too heavily, my body desperate for all of the oxygen that I could give it. The best I
As I went to turn towards the entrance, a woman ran almost right in front of my bike, barely even slowing down to make sure that I was going to stop in time to avoid hitting her.
Only a couple of seconds later, two men in suits followed suit, sprinting after the woman.
Jackie?
My mind finally caught up to what my eyes had already seen. I floored the gas to get to the end of the aisle and cut off a Dodge minivan as I tried to project Jackie’s direction and figure out the best place to intercept her.
My time in the marines tracking down people who ran from justice aided me as I picked an aisle and sped down, keeping track of the few glimpses I got of Jackie as she raced away from the agents hot on her trail.
I got ahead of her, and pulled up. My heart broke as I saw how little distance now separated her from her pursuers. Despite running for her life, she was just not as fit as a field agent and she was running out of stamina far before they. If I had driven up the previous aisle, she would have gotten to my bike perfectly on time.
“Jackie! Run to me!”
My heart pounded in my ears, the pulse drowning everything out except for the ragged gasps of breath that I sucked down as quickly as I could. I had no idea how close behind me the FBI agents were, but I had no faith that I was gaining any ground on them.
The end was near, and I knew that I was only seconds away from giving up. I hadn’t even picked a direction when I took off; the only thing that mattered was to get away from them. There wasn’t anything that I was running to. It seemed pointless to run any further anyway, that just meant that I would be that much more exhausted when they took me into custody.
Or just flat out kill me. It was what the last agent I’d seen had tried to do, even though he’d been assigned to protect and watch over me.
I hadn’t run this hard or this far since grade school gym class. I was starting to hallucinate, the field of view at the edges of my vision wavering. Somehow I even imagined Shane’s voice.
I knew I’d lost it when I saw a motorcycle standing in the next aisle, Shane leaning towards me and calling my name. I shook my head, wondering at what point I’d gone psychotic. Maybe I wasn’t even running anymore, but locked in a loony bin somewhere.
Shane didn’t disappear, and the bike only grew bigger as I got closer.
Holy shit, it’s not an illusion.
I spurred myself on even harder, now that I had a goal to shoot for. For the first time, I was running towards something as much as running away from the danger behind me. With an extra burst of speed, I cleared the final row of cars and launched myself at the man and the seat on the back of bike.
The dull ache of the full exertion from running was replaced with a sharp pain as my leg slammed into the bike, not daring to slow down until I had my arms wrapped around Shane. Somehow he kept the bike upright, his body a solid tree trunk that didn’t fall under the impact of my body.
He didn’t wait for me to get comfortable, and tires squealed as he took off. A hand closed for a fraction of a second on my arm before we drove out of reach of the men following.
I struggled to regain my senses, scrambling to pull my feet up to the rests and secure my grip around Shane’s waist. Task finished, I collapsed against his back. Shane weaved around traffic and pedestrians to escape the trap of the parking lot.
It was my first time on the back of a bike, and it was the most unholy combination of terrified and exhilarated that I had ever experienced.
“Are you okay?” he yelled back to me.
I tried to answer, but I was breathing too heavily, my body desperate for all of the oxygen that I could give it. The best I
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