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How could I be stupid enough to believe that my dad would actually want to spend time with me? He didn’t want to spend time with me! He was just dragging me to one of his stupid biker meetups. What was the purpose of this?
After a moment I unlocked the car and kicked the door open, storming out to where my dad was standing.
“What the hell is going on?!” I demanded, the anger clear in my face.
My dad seemed shocked to see me out of the truck and laughed nervously. “What are you doing out here, angel?”
“Dad, what is this?” I asked, throwing my arm out and motioning to all the other bikers who were standing around, staring at us.
He offered a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.
“What do you mean, angel?” he murmured.
“Why are we here? You said we were going camping.”
The disappointing click of someone’s tongue was the response to the question. The sound came from behind me and I swung around, trying to see who it was. I came face to face with the same man who’d saved be before. Dylan.
He smiled down at me, his piercing blue eyes staring right through me. “You told her you were taking her camping? What a cruel lie, Billy,” he said, addressing my father.
I turned back around to look at my father, my eyes wide. “Lie?” I whispered, though I was hardly surprised. “What does he mean? What’s really going on here?” I asked, my tone lowering as I became more afraid now.
Dylan spoke for my father, taking a few steps around me and turning to face me. “Your father has some unpaid debts,” he said simply, his cold eyes trained on me. “He owes some bad people a lot of money,” he murmured, frowning at my dad. “You aren’t safe with him so we’re taking you under our wing, much to my dismay.”
“What?” I whispered betrayal washing over me like a flood.
“Your daddy used to be one of us, so we don’t have a choice. Law of the land kind of deal,” Dylan grunted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No! If you don’t want me around then don’t take me!”
“Alex. If you don’t go with them you’re going to end up dead,” my dad said sadly. “You need to go with them. They can protect you.”
“Dad?” I whispered, staring at my dad with wide eyes.
“I’m sorry Kiddo,” he choked as two of the larger men grabbed me by the arms and started carrying me over to one of the bikes.
I struggled against them and when they finally let me go I screamed, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m not going anywhere with you!” I screamed, my chest heaving with fear.
“Oh yes you are,” one of the men grunted.
I immediately recognized him as the man named Snake. He grabbed my arm. My heart dropped into my stomach and my face drained of all color. I whimpered and slowly straddled the bike, still staring back at my dad. He looked fucking pathetic and didn’t bother to stop what was happening. Even if he was protecting me from some immenent danger, the least he could do was tell me the truth to my face. I wasn’t sure if this was for my own safety or not. I didn’t know what was true and what was lies, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. If I ran, they’d just catch me again. We were in the middle of nowhere and I knew they were packing guns. It didn’t leave me a lot of options.
I turned my head away, not wanting my dad to see me cry. I didn’t want him to know how scared I was and how hurt I was. I felt betrayed and I felt tossed aside. Was I really that disposable to him? For the first time since I’d arrived in Georgia, I had a desperate desire to be with my mother. She would never have put me in this situation. I should have gone back to live with her. I should have sucked up my pride.
Damian came back into view and got on the bike I’d been forced onto. The bikes roared to life and jolted forward as we took off. I was forced to wrap my arms around Dylan’s torso, closing my eyes against the sting of the wind. Even with my hate for biker gangs, I had always loved being on a bike in the past. This time I felt nothing more than a deep fear.
I took one last look over my shoulder, my mind spinning. I knew that my life, as I knew it, was coming to an end and there was nothing I could do about it.
Chapter Nine
We rode on into the sunset, leaving Georgia behind us. We were right at the Tennessee-Georgia border and so we managed to cross into Tennessee within an hour. We kept driving, weaving through the mountains before we finally stopped in a small town called Mont Eagle.
The bikes were parked and hotel rooms were rented. I noticed that Dylan used a fake name and had to wonder if there were possibly warrants out for his arrest.
I had just settled on one of the queen sized beds in the room that I was apparently now going to share with Dylan – a practical stranger. I was terrified, angry, and wished this was all just a dream. I still knew nothing about Dylan or his men, but I had a feeling I was going to be finding out sooner rather than later. Atleast, I knew that Dylan saved me that night at the bar, and there must have been a reason for that. I would do my best to use this to my advantage.
Dylan sighed and pulled his shirt over his head, rolling his neck and his shoulders a little as he looked down at me. I turned my head, hoping to hide the fact that my cheeks were flushed.
"Where are you taking me?" I murmured.
