Hard Roads Read Free

long hours riding under the sun, I couldn’t imagine that he was more than a few years older than me. The only facial hair he had were sideburns that cut into a sharp angle along his jaw. His eyes, although currently enraged, were a sparkling green that made me wonder if he was wearing colored contacts. They were almost too pretty and the anger I saw behind them didn’t match their beauty.
    “What did I tell you about fighting back?”
    I didn’t want him touching me and I knew that he’d made good on his word to drive us out into the middle of nowhere. I’m sure wherever this car sat, I could scream until my vocal chords tore apart in my throat before anybody would ever hear me. He was right about the effect of the heat on my body in the trunk. My muscles felt like mush and the only strength I still had was a result of the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
    He smiled and I noticed that his teeth were white and straight, not stained and missing like the men in the club. “You going to answer me, baby, or are you completely mute now?”
    Releasing my hair, he allowed my head to fall back against the floor of the trunk. When his hands traveled down my body to the button on my shorts, I shook my head trying to push away my sluggishness. “Yeah…” I coughed to clear my throat of the knot in its center before adding, “You told me you’d kill me.”
    His fingers made quick work of the button before he made a show of slowly pulling down the zipper. “I said I’d do something else first.”
    Shaking my head again, I silently pled with him not to go further. I wasn’t afraid of being fucked, but I didn’t want to be forced. I’d spent my teenage years fighting off the fuckers who thought they could take what they wanted. I knew better than to let it happen now.
    “Listen, I’m sorry. You can’t blame me for trying, can you?” My chest heaved as I struggled to breath and my words came out on choppy bursts. I wondered if he could even understand me.
    He stopped what he was doing and wrapped his hands down over my hips. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
    My eyes looked over his body and I recognized the colors on his cut. Quickly realizing that he was not only a biker, but also a member of a rival club, I thought fast in an effort to save my ass. I knew my father was a shady son of a bitch and there was no telling what debt had to be paid.
    “Angel. My name’s Angel.”
    “Angel, huh?” He smiled, pressing my hips down so hard that it felt like the bones would split apart. “Why were you hanging out with … what was his name? Jeremy?”
    Fuck. The more he talked, the more apparent it became that I’d been taken over club business. I didn’t want any part in any of this shit, but I knew that being the Prez’ daughter placed a high price on my head if my piece of crap dad ever fucked up.
    Lying again, I replied, “I was just getting laid. He kicked me out when he was done. Same shit, different day.”
    “Uh, huh.” He smiled again and his thumb started moving over my hip. He pressed down firmly and my body trembled beneath his hold. “Are you sure, that’s why you were there?”
    “Yes.” Normally, I’m not the type of woman that cries, but I forced the tears out to make him believe I was more scared than I was. I needed to buy time. I needed to gain enough of my strength to have a chance at fighting back against this asshole.
    “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on, but I was just servicing him and getting back home. I have two kids who are waiting for me and if I don’t get back soon, I’m sure child welfare is going to be called in. They’re home alone, but I needed the money, you know?” If there was anything in this world I knew how to do it was hustling and lying and right now I was putting on an Oscar winning performance.
    “Pl … please, I’ll suck your dick. I’ll let you fuck me, but please just let me go after that.”
    “Oh, you’re going to let me fuck you, Angel? I