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Root beer, Zay. Come on!
Vivi sighed and started to mentally put together another meandering story that dropped one more clue. Really, she had no idea why her sister was a complete nincompoop. Turnip. Enzymes. Pop. It was ridiculous how obvious her code was.
The rumble of motorcycles reverberated outside, and she was curious enough to rise from the bed and look out the window. Two riders came through the fortress gate, followed by a van, and even from the distance she could see their patches were completely different from the Heart of Darkness. More fucking bikers, although the bigger one from the neck down looked downright sexy. Muscular arms. Broad shoulders. When he dismounted from his bike his jeans hugged all the right places. When he finally took off his helmet, her eyebrows shot up.
Good Lord. It was as if Regé-Jean Page had a baby with Gerard Butler and that baby was, well, the most exquisite perfection of male ever created.Thatwas how beautiful this man was. He had dirty-blond hair that brushed his shoulders. She couldn’t see his eye color but it hardly mattered. With just one look, Vivi was over writing a book about stupid penises, and the men they were attached to. Her one goal now was to escape this room and meet the father of her future children.
She hurried to the door and tried it, discovering it locked tighter than a nun’s vagina.Damn it!Viv ran back to make sure her baby-daddy was still there. A tied-up man was escorted outside, being jostled about. A man in a black suit opened the rear door of the van and the tied-up man was thrown into the back. Panicked, because she really didn’t want to lose Beautiful Man, she tried to open the window. When it didn’t budge, she looked closer and noticed nails sealing it shut. Her gaze landed on the uncomfortable wooden chair that Cross had given her so she had one more thing to sit on, which she never did because the hard seat hurt her ass. If the window wouldn’t open, she would simply have to create a new exit. Picking up the chair, she brought it over her head and flung it forward. The glass shattered. She quickly tossed the chair aside and carefully leaned out the open window to wave frantically.
“Yoo-hoo!” she yelled. Several pairs of eyes swung up to her. “Hey, Beautiful Man! Not you, the other one. Also not you, sorry if that hurts your feelings.” Beautiful Man pointed at himself. “Yes, you. Would you like to get married? I think our babies would be the most adorable little people in the world. Stay right there, I’m coming down!”
Frantically, she grabbed the blankets off her bed and draped them over the broken window so she wouldn’t cut herself. Then, carefully, she lowered herself out to dangle high over the ground.
Huh.
She clearly hadn’t thought this through.
“Beautiful Man! Can you help me?”
She heard a lot of cussing. Surprise, surprise. Cross wasn’t very happy with her. Oh well, wasn’t every day a woman met her forever person. When she glanced down over her shoulder, she saw all the men, including the love of her life, had come to her rescue. He waited under her, holding his hands up.
“Go on, drop,” he instructed, and his voice rumbled over her skin like fine silk. “I’ve got you.”
She trusted him and did as he told her to do. His very strong hands caught her, and she gazed into eyes so deep blue that they bordered on black. He studied her intently and for a moment, it was him and her and no one else in the world.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “I knew you’d rescue me. My name is Vivi Wence, what’s yours?”
The man tried to step back but she wasn’t allowing that. He was so big and muscular that her arms didn’t go around him, so she grabbed hold of his cut and refused to let go.
“Get your hands off her!” Cross growled. He tried to force her off Beautiful Man by grabbing her wrist.
“No, Cross! Cut it out!”
Beautiful Man laid his hand on top of Cross’s and started to squeeze. They stared at one another, a typical pissing match bouncing between the two, and then pain lanced across his eyes. Cross backed up, eyes wide. Vivi found herself ensconced in the arms of her rescuer.
“Sounds like the lady doesn’t want to stay with you. Hey,” he said and she looked up at him. “Why did you dangle yourself out the window?”
“Oh, I’m his prisoner.”
“What the fuck?” asked the other man who had ridden in with her baby-daddy. “Cross is holding you against your will?”
“Shut up, Vivi,” Cross told her angrily. “And let go, Lincoln.”
His name is Lincoln!
“I’m actually not holding her,” Lincoln said. “She’s got a death grip on my clothes. You can let go, Miss Wence.”
Vivi shook her head. “Nope. I’m staying with you. Forever and ever.”
“You got Oisín,” Cross snarled. “But you can’t have her.”
“You her old man?” the other biker asked.
“He is not!” Vivi exclaimed. “Old man, new man, any man. Nope. My sister, Zaylah, is looking for me.”
“Hold on,” said the man in the black suit. “Zaylah is your sister?”
She nodded excitedly. “Do you know her? Did she escape O’Shannon?”
