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“We have to get out of here. The cops are coming,” I said, grabbing her face with both hands and she nodded.
“Bastards,” she said and we smiled at each other.
“Did you get all of them?” she asked as I locked her hand in mine, leading her through the corridors towards the door on the side that we had come in through.
I looked at her and smiled and a wash of relief flooded her eyes.
“It sounded awful out there. I wish I could have helped,” I heard her say.
“I just needed you to stay out of it. I’m glad you did,” I said to her as we ran out in the open.
Chapter 23
Brooklyn
I was sitting on Gunner’s Harley behind him; with my arms wrapped tightly at his waist. I could feel the wind in my hair, it lashed against my face and nothing felt sweeter than this freedom.
I laid my face on Gunner’s back and I felt his muscles move underneath my cheek. I’d thought he was dead. Viper had convinced me that they got him. But here he was, in the flesh and I was holding him. He had saved me, just like I knew he would.
This man who I thought I didn’t know, was now the only person in the world I could trust. It was strange to imagine that the people who I considered to be family were the ones who had put me in this situation. This guy who I had just met was the one who had saved me from them.
I slipped my fingers underneath his t-shirt, just to feel the warmth of his skin. I breathed in deeply and his scent tingled my nose. Just an hour ago, I believed that I was going to be forced to have sex with some kind of monster. Gunner had saved me from it.
I was surprised when he slowed the bike and eventually brought it to a stop on the side of the road. The sound of the cop sirens was still in the air, but we were far enough away for nobody to find us.
Gunner turned to me, before jumping off the bike.
“I needed to stop,” he said in a deep throaty voice. His blue eyes were sparkling and he looked strong and I bit down on my lip.
“Why?” I asked him and without saying anything, he leaned towards me and pressed his lips to mine. I gasped when our mouths touched and I sucked in his breath. His hands had reached up for my face and he was holding me in position, sliding his tongue in and out of my mouth. It was the same motion he would have used if his cock was inside me and I couldn’t stop myself from imagining it. I wanted him inside me again. At this most inappropriate moment!
Gunner pulled himself away from me and I noticed that he had a smile on his face.
“You were touching me. I needed to kiss you,” he said and I sensed my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interfere with the ride,” I said and he leaned over and kissed my lips lightly again.
“It isn’t your fault that you have an irresistible effect on me,” he said and I was blushing again.
He was leaning against me, against the parked bike, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I felt safe there with him, like nothing could happen to me. He was strong and muscular and he smelt of fire and metal. I wanted his mouth on mine again, but I was too shy to initiate a kiss.
“Brooklyn…are you hurt?” he asked, placing a hooked finger underneath my chin. With that he tipped my face up towards him and peered into my eyes.
“Not physically. Not anymore,” I said in a soft voice. Gunner’s eyes had turned stormy again. He was angry about something, when all I could feel was joy. Joy at seeing him again.
“You said they hit you,” he said and I shook my head.
“That was before, in my apartment. They didn’t after that,” I said and Gunner studied my face, as though he was looking for bruises or Vipers.
“I shouldn’t have left you alone in the apartment,” he said and I shook my head.
“It wasn’t your fault. I should have listened to you and left the bar with you last night. Then none of this would have happened,” I said and he stroked my chin gently with his thumb. His eyes were still focused on me.
“You didn’t know. You trusted them and you were loyal to your family’s memory,” he said and I gulped.
“How could they do this to me? Daddy…Luke…” I began to say and he took me into his arms again. The tears that were flooding my eyes again seemed to disappear the moment our bodies met.
“They would never would have condoned this, Brooklyn. You can’t blame them,” he said and I buried my face in his chest. I could have spent my life in his arms, that was how relieved I was to be there. He was stroking my hair affectionately now.
“What’s going to happen to the girls?” I asked, without looking at him.
“I’m not sure, but Axel will make sure that they are taken care of. We don’t know how long they’ve been in captivity at that warehouse. We don’t know where they’re from,” he said and gently pulled me away from him so that he could look into my eyes. “But I promise you, Brooklyn, I’ll make sure that they get away as far as possible from here,” he said and I nodded my head.
“I can’t believe I’m with you…you’re with the Bad Disciples,” I said with a laugh.
“Jenson would have been disappointed in you. I mean, Luke,” he said and I shook my head.
“Are you kidding me? He wouldn’t have been with the Dragon Knights anymore if he knew what they were doing. He wouldn’t have let them treat me like this. And he would have been grateful to you for what you did for me,” I said and Gunner leaned in to place a long wet kiss on my forehead.
“I don’t need thanks for this, Brooklyn. I came for you because of myself. Because I wanted to see you safe. Because I wanted us to be together again,” he said and this time, I couldn’t stop myself from beaming. I kissed him, sucking his lips into my mouth and he leaned me over the bike, holding me by my waist. Our lips remained locked together and I was convinced that he was never going to let me go.
Chapter 24
Gunner
I rode to The Rusty Pelican with Brooklyn and for the first time since Afghanistan, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I had rescued Jenson’s sister and I knew that in some way, I had returned my debt to him. I wasn’t so sure about how the Bad Disciples or Axel would feel about bringing a Dragon Knight’s associate to the bar. Rescuing her along with the other girls was one thing, but bringing her into our holy lair was another.
I could sense that Brooklyn was nervous about it as well. When I stopped outside the bar, I helped her off the bike and we kissed again. A short and sweet kiss to help ease her nervousness.
“It’s going to be all r
ight,” I said to her, stroking her hair. Brooklyn’s eyes were panicky and she looked tired.
“We’ve been rivals for so long. I’m not sure that they would appreciate you bringing me here,” she said, smoothening the top of her messy brown hair. It had come undone and her curls had begun to straighten. She was still the most beautiful creature I’d set my eyes on.
“I know this will be difficult for all of us, but I had to bring you here, you understand?” I said and she nodded her head.
“I want to thank all your friends personally, for everything they’ve done for me and the girls,” she said and I reached for her hand.
“Then let’s go inside,” I said and tugged at her hand. Brooklyn seemed to hesitate and when our gazes locked, I could sense that she needed more time.
“Hey, I’ll be right beside you the whole time. And if they don’t accept you, we’ll leave together,” I told her. She shook her head.
“No, I can’t do that to you. I know what family and loyalty mean. I don’t want you to get into trouble with them because of me,” she said, in a small weak voice and I reached for her face and pulled her to me again.
“You mean more to me than my loyalty to a MC Club,” I said and couldn’t believe I was actually saying those words. My father nor Bryce would have been shocked and disapproving of those words. But they weren’t in my position and they didn’t know Brooklyn! She had managed to change my life in just a few days.
She smiled at me weakly and then we walked towards the bar with our hands in each others.
We could hear everyone cheering and celebrating inside as I pushed open the door. It was a victorious day and we had managed to win the war without losing any of our guys. The music was loud, the room was smoky and everyone was drinking and congratulating each other. When Brooklyn and I entered, several heads turned to us, including Glock, Tank and the others. Axel was in the middle of chugging down a big glass of beer, which he emptied down his throat and then slowly placed on the bar counter.
