Trust in Me: A Biker Erotic Romance (Dark Riders MC) Read Online Free Page A

should be able to see the door is fixed and you can be on your way.”
     
    “Yeah. Okay. I get the message. You think you can protect her. I guess we’ll see. What she needs is to come with me. Let the Knives protect her. Then stuff like this might not happen again.”
     
    “Maybe,” Charlie allows. “It’s always chicken-shit guys that do stuff like this. Cutting tires. Breaking into houses. They always seem to do it when nobody is around. I wonder why that is?” Charlie pauses for a moment. “I think it is because they’re just pussies,” he says, his voice laced with contempt.
     
    “You better watch your tongue, Charles.” Darren says. “One day your mouth is going to write a check your ass can’t cash. Tell Aubrey I’ll see her around.”
     
    I hear the door slam and Charlie appears from around the corner. “Shit! Charlie, what are we going to do?” I ask. I have never been as scared as I am at this moment.
     
    “We’re going back to my place. Get your things. I guess all the Knives were out there. Eight or ten of them at anyway. At least at my place they have to come through the door.”
     
    I throw several things into my bag again without regard to color or style. I just want to get the hell out of here. When Charlie opens the front door, I can see at least six guys leaning against their bikes at the curb in front of my house. “Fuck,” I breathe.
     
    Charlie closes the door. “I’m afraid the shit is about to get deep. I’m going out first. Shut the door behind me. Leave your bag. When I pull up in front of the door, you run like hell and get the car. Got it?”
     
    I nod, mute with fear. I used to think of myself as one ass-kicking-biker-bitch, but I’m quaking in my boots now. Charlie opens the door and I close it behind him. When I hear his car start with a growl, I put my hand on the knob. I hear his car wail up through the power band, so I throw the door open. Charlie is just skidding to a stop in the grass in front of my house, opening the car door as he does. I jump into the car and even before I’m in good, he’s dumping the clutch. The four wheels of his car spin up my grass, as he does. I’m still trying to get buckled when we bail over the curb and into the road. We clip a bike on the way past.
     
    Charlie hooks the car left and struggles to control the slide, as the car scrabbles for grip. The turbocharged motor screams. Finally, the car hooks up and we are gone.
     
    “Here they come,” Charlie says gritting his teeth. “You’d better hold on.”
     
    Charlie flings the car around a corner. The tires wail in protest, as he hangs the car out in a tidy little drift. I grit my teeth hard to keep from screaming in terror, as I hold on to the dash and the grab handle above the door. I’ve been riding bikes with Charlie for more than three years, but I had no idea he could handle a car like this. I wish I could say I’m impressed, but I’m too scared.
     
    We get caught at a light at the intersection of the main road leading to my house. I look behind us and can see at least nine guys on bikes hauling ass toward us. Charlie revs the engine hard and dumps the clutch. He launches the car into traffic. He darts and weaves for a few minutes, cutting his passes way too fine. He creates a cacophony of horns and tire squeals in his wake. Finally, he slows to match the pace of the traffic and relaxes. “I think we lost them, but there’s been a change of plans. We need to go someplace other than my house. They’ll go there looking for us. We need to find a hotel or something like that. Somewhere we can get the car out of sight until we can sort this out.”
     
    I nod, still unable to speak.
     
    “It’s going to be okay, Aubrey.”
     
    I can feel the tears threatening, but I will them away. “I can’t thank you enough, Charlie,” I finally say.
     
    “It’s okay,” Charlie says with a small smile. “I won’t let anything happen to you. You can trust