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Shots raked the street in front of the motorcycles from the building above me. More gunmen! I’d never been so terrified in my life. If this was the life Carson had, I didn’t want to be a part of it.
I lunged across the sidewalk and pressed my back against the brick of the building. My heart hammered and I glanced around to see which way I could go. It was madness everywhere. Maybe I’d just stay right where I was….
Four masked men jogged up the street, shoving people aside. They paused to look into the shops but kept coming my way. Did Carson and the driver make it this far?
One of the men saw me and pointed. All of them started coming my way at a run.
Oh fuck! I took off again. I don’t know why they wanted me, but maybe they thought they could use me against Carson. He hadn’t officially claimed me yet, but it was no secret among my father’s friends that his daughter was going to marry the newest and highly influential senator.
I pushed myself faster than I’d ever run. There was no way I’d let myself become a hostage. Especially when the driver had just triggered my heat. What if one of the kidnappers was an Alpha and it affected him? He’d have no control and claim me. I’d be screwed. No one would want me ever again.
More gunfire peppered the road. My feet were on fire, but I couldn’t stop.
One of the motorcycles skidded to a stop beside me. I couldn’t see the driver who was completely covered in leather and wore a black helmet with an opaque visor. He grabbed my forearm and pulled me toward him.
“Get on!” he barked out the command, and I thrummed with it. No part of me thought to disobey. While I’d never ridden on a motorcycle, I climbed on behind him.
“Wrap your arms tight around me and put your feet on the pegs.” As soon as he said it, he took off.
My arms slapped around him, and I held onto his leather jacket. It took me a few seconds to find the steel footpegs and put my wounded feet on them. I bit back a scream as he wove in and out between cars and the masked gunmen fired at us.
I closed my eyes. I couldn’t help it. If we were going to die, I didn’t want to see it coming.
He said something, but I didn’t hear it. The roar of the bike’s motor drowned out almost everything. Everything but the gunshots. I heard every terrifying shot. Would it hit me? Would it hit the bike and we’d go flipping through the air to die in a fiery crash?
After what felt like forever, the bike vibrated even more as it gained speed. I cracked open an eye as the wind whipped through my hair and saw we had managed to get away from downtown onto a straight stretch that would lead to the coast. Peering over my shoulder, I saw the other motorbike following behind.
But no Sedan. No hunky driver. No Carson.
I didn’t relax my hold on my savior. The wind bit at my bare skin, and with my dress hiked up as it was, there was a lot of leg showing. Not that the thin material of my clothes did anything to protect me. Only the big strong body in front of me blocked the chill and kept me from being totally frozen.
Breathing in the scent of leather, I could smell the sea wind, and not just because we were near the coast. It was this man, this very definite Alpha. I hadn’t seen his face or even touched his skin, but I knew. It wasn’t the hard muscles or the fierce way he’d given me commands. The rise in heat between my legs told me everything.
This was precisely what I didn’t need. First the driver and now this biker. Both Alphas, but both men who worked security for Carson. It couldn’t happen.
We drove for a good twenty minutes before we turned off onto a small road which had signs for a picnic area. We slowed and stopped in a parking lot surrounded by trees. The other motorcycle pulled up beside us, and both guys cut the engines.
I didn’t move to get off the bike. I wasn’t sure if my legs could hold me if I did. Neither of the men got off either, but both of them removed their helmets.
This was my first look at the security guards who had saved me. The one I sat behind had thick honey blond hair that glinted with a bit of red under the sun. When he twisted to peer back at me, I sucked in a breath at how handsome he was. Sky blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a face sculpted by the gods.
The other biker was just as hot in a whole different way. He wasn’t quite as tall, but his chest was wider and his muscles more defined under the leather. His longish white blond hair was a mess and the tips were dyed blue. The paleness of his hair made his big brown eyes darker and more hypnotizing. He smiled in a lazy way that I was sure drove all the females wild.
Every part of me suddenly felt hot. I needed them to touch me, to bend me over the bike and do me hard. Why was I having these thoughts about strangers? I squirmed, noticing the wetness of the seat under me, and flushed with embarrassment.
The Alpha who I rode with stiffened. “Are you alright, Miss Birk?”
Alright? Nope, not at all. God, I could stare at him all day.
“What Talis is asking is, sweetling, are you hurt? Did you get shot or did they hit you?” The other Alpha had a slight British accent which made me even wetter. His gaze turned into something more than concern when I looked at him. “I’m Levi Morrow. Our commanding officer is Talis Wyndham. We’re here for anything you need.Anything.”
The way he said ‘anything’ in a husky, low tone made my lower abdomen quiver. Him too? These were men who worked security. There was no way my father would ever approve of any of them claiming me. While I wanted to scream screw that, I had to keep in mind Birk family pride, blah, blah, blah.
“Uh…” Yes, that was elegant. I wet my lips and shook my head. “No, I’m okay.” Levi’s grin grew and my toes curled. My feet shrieked with pain. “My feet… I lost my heels…”
Both Alphas immediately looked down and frowned. Levi ran a gloved hand through his hair. “We need to get your feet treated.” I totally agreed. “There’s a hospital—”
“No.” Talis put on his helmet and hid his gorgeous face away from the world again. I couldn’t stop my pout at that. “Nowhere public. We don’t know what went down yet. We can treat her.” Did they have a medic? I’d much rather they’d take me to a hospital and then they wouldn’t have to worry about me. “I’ve lost contact with Van and Team B with no word about G, but Team A is already on route to the yacht. We need to rendez-vous there and take stock.”
