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scratch mark on the side of the chrome pipe. I needed to remember that.
    “It wasn’t.” Apparently, Mack grew some balls the more he spoke. “I want a larger haul this time. My girl’s here to help me.”
    Hah! I’m dumping ass as soon as we’re done here because I now know what Keylan and his bike looks like.
    “You’re right Latch, this wasn’t the plan.” Keylan flashed his eyes between Mack and me.
    So the other guy’s name was Latch. Must be his club name even though he wasn’t wearing a vest either. He dressed the same as the man in the white t-shirt, but his t-shirt was black and he slid down his sunglasses and hid his eyes, but I could still feel them on me.
    “Come on Key,” Mack spoke up again. “Just let me have double this time.”
    “No.” Came from the man in the crisp white shirt.
    Keylan jerked his head to Mack. “You ain’t in charge either.”
    Latch’s jaw ticked and when he spoke next, my heart dropped. “Take her,” he ordered, nodding at me.
    The other man started coming at me, and I stepped back. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
    “What the fuck?” Mack said, shocked. “Don’t touch my old lady.” It was nice he was trying to defend me but he had no chance.
    “Jaxon,” Keylan warned but didn’t move.
    So the man with the clean white shirt was, Jaxon.
    Then Latch spoke up, “She wasn’t part of the deal. She needs to go.”
    Jaxon shoved his arm out to the side and Mack fell on his ass, but he never took his eyes off me. He grabbed my arm and started to drag me behind him. “I’m not going with you!” I told him and he ignored me.
    “She’s mine!” I heard Mack yell and Jaxon stopped, turned his head to the side and yelled back, “She’s a fucking rat!”
    “I’m no-”
    “Get on the bike.”
    “I’m-”
    “What do you mean, she’s a rat?” Keylan’s voice tore through the empty parking lot and I froze.
    Jaxon slowly turned, not letting go of me and I heard Latch tell Keylan to put the gun down.
    Gun!?
    What did I get myself into?
    “I’ll deal with her,” Jaxon told him and his grip on my arm tightened and his head tilted to the side. He lowered his voice and I felt his breath against my ear. “Get on the fucking bike before you end up dead.”
    Without thinking, because I was so afraid for my life, we both climbed on the bike and he turned the key, bringing it to life. Keylan wanted to kill me for being a rat, but I wasn’t a rat. I was a mole. I had no idea what was going to happen to me now, but I’d rather be with Jaxon than Keylan.
    The engine roared and the whole bike vibrated, intensely. I adjusted myself the best I could but I couldn’t escape the way it felt between my legs.
    “Hold on,” he ordered and I slipped my arms slowly around his waist. I looked back at the three men, and Mack was on the ground. I almost felt bad for him. Almost.
    We drove back down the alley and when he took the corner too sharp, I held on tighter. I swore I felt his chest rumble with a chuckle. The vibrations of the bike were getting to me and when he hit a small bump in the road it made it worse. I laid my forehead against his back and tried to adjust myself again. I couldn’t escape it and I wanted badly to start grinding against the bike.
    No! I yelled inside my head.
    I wasn’t going to have an orgasm on the back of this asshole’s bike.
    He slowed down and I popped my head up. He was taking back roads that led out of town, on the north side of San Diego.
    I leaned forward so my mouth was at his ear. “I want to go home.”
    He just shook his head and made no attempt to stop.
    I repeated myself but slower this time.
    He looked into his mirror and caught my eye. “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna make a pit stop and finish the job myself.”
    My cheeks were on fire. I turned my head and lost his eyes.
    God, I was so stupid sometimes.
    He barely came to stop and then peeled out. I gripped him again and the vibrations hit my clit, over and over. I