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short brown hair and bright blue eyes that cut through the bar like lasers. His square jaw line and the stubble on his face made him look masculine and powerful. Immediately, a moist heat presented itself in my crotch.
    Chelsea, what in the fuck is you doing? You shouldn’t even be looking at that guy. Not only are you not single, but also he could be a murderer for all you know.
    I began to sway to the music once again, in an effort to not look like some weirdo standing in the dance floor by myself. Then I looked down at my drink and stirred it with the straw. After taking a long sip, I looked back up. The biker who had locked eyes with me was gone.
    I quickly glanced around the bar, but didn’t see him.
    I should just finish this drink and go.
    The whole situation was making me feel a little uncomfortable, especially after finding out just how dangerous these men were. I quickly sipped down the drink and set it on a table nearby and then pushed through the crowd toward the front door.
    As soon as I stepped outside, I felt a strong hand grab my wrist. It startled me and caused me to squeal out loudly. I quickly glanced over to see the man who had been staring me down at the bar.
    He stood much taller than I did and his blue eyes seemed to shine even more brightly now that I was close to him. A devilish smirk crossed his lips as he looked me up and down, giving me a slow and deliberate once over.
    “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to pull my wrist away.
    It was completely useless, though. His grip was far too strong. He stood silently in front of me, smiling at me as I tried to get away.
    “Who are you?” I shouted, my voice getting louder.
    I glanced around, but there was nobody outside. I was alone with this stranger and I had no idea what to do.
    Finally, though, he spoke up.
    “Come with me,” he commanded.
    Then he began walking quickly toward the back of the building, still gripping my wrist firmly. I did my best to keep up, but I was tripping over my own feet the entire time.
    “What’s going on?” I asked. “Please, just let me go.”
    My heart began to beat through my chest as a huge wave of anxiety coursed through me.
    Where is he taking me?

Chapter 7
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    T he stranger didn’t slow his pace down one bit, though, despite my struggling. I looked up at his back, noticing the large emblem of a skull that was sewn to his leather vest. Underneath, it read “The Siblings Of Freedom.”
    Instantly, I felt my stomach drop. The awkward little man who I had danced with earlier wasn’t joking when he had told me that these men were dangerous. Clearly, they weren’t afraid of taking whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.
    “Sir, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice getting louder with each word.
    We finally got to the back of the building and he let my wrist go. I was relieved, but only for a moment. He immediately grabbed me by my waist with one arm and put me on the back of a motorcycle.
    “We’re going for a ride,” he said.
    Then before I even had a chance to respond, he hopped on the bike and started it up. It let out a deafening roar and then the seat began to vibrate between my legs. I started to climb off, but he quickly put it in gear and tore out of the parking lot.
    Shit.
    I had no choice but to hang onto him. If I didn’t, I would have fallen right off the back.
    In an instant, we were out of the parking lot and turning onto the street. I glanced over to see my car, which was parked nearby.
    I shouldn’t have come here...
    We blew past my car and accelerated down the road. It was less than a minute before we hit the highway. My hands were shaking as we sped along. Not only was it my first time ever riding a motorcycle, but it was also my first time doing almost a hundred miles an hour on the highway.
    “Please slow down,” I screamed, my voice drowned out by the sound of the wind.
    He looked over his shoulder and