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his back and gripping him harder, trying as hard as I could to calm my frazzled nerves and hoping like hell the skull was just for show.
    Maybe he was one of the good guys? Because those guys back there definitely weren’t good guys.
    At this point, all I had was hope. If I had to call my father for help once we stopped, so be it. I’d swallow my pride and make up some story. He’d send a car for me, and I could go home.
    Once Dante stopped, I’d have him take me to a phone if he wouldn’t take me back to my car.
    Everything was going to be fine.
    Fuck, I hoped everything was going to be fine. It had to be.
    Only he wasn’t stopping.
    We rode on into the night as mile after mile passed beneath us. One hour bled into another and I began tapping him on the back to get his attention.
    “Where are you going?” I yelled, my words gobbled up by the wind.
    He ignored me. I tapped again and he reached back with a warm hand, squeezing my right thigh, which I think was supposed to be reassuring…
    It had an entirely different effect.
    Warmth and desire ripped through my stomach and I let out a little gasp. When he pulled his hand away, a part of me wished he’d put it back… I took a deep breath, inhaling slowly, trying in vain to again slow the adrenaline racing through my limbs.
    What in the hell had I gotten myself into?

4
    Dante
    W e turned onto the dirt road that led to the clubhouse in Montclair and I slowed down a little. My tires kicked up dust behind us as we wound down the curvy road that led deep into the woods. My woods. Tall trees towered over us, swaying in the wind, throwing dancing shadows across our path. After a few miles, I slowed the bike to a crawl as we approached the clubhouse, the dim light spilling out of the windows onto the driveway in front of the secluded cabin that I called home.
    I turned off the bike and sweet silence surrounded us. The girl jumped off the bike like she couldn’t get off fast enough and I suppressed a little grin. I wasn’t surprised. Long rides on a Harley take a little getting used to. It took a special kind of woman to be able to handle this lifestyle and those were few and far between.
    “Where are we?” she asked. I heard the alarm in her shaking voice. “Why did you drive all the way to fucking New Jersey?”
    “We’re at my clubhouse. We’re safe.”
    “ Your clubhouse? Is that so?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she met my gaze. The moonlight shone in her bright green eyes and I smiled down at her. I knew she must be scared and when she reached up to push her wild black curls from her eyes with a shaking hand, I reached out and grabbed it. She was shivering and she pulled her hand away from mine quickly.
    “You’re freezing,” I said.
    “I’m fine,” she snapped. “Look, I’ll just call a cab if you’ll let me borrow your phone?”
    “There’s no cell phone service out here.”
    “What?” she asked, her voice rising. “Well, just take me back to my car. I don’t know why you brought me all the way out here.”
    “I had to make sure we weren’t being followed.”
    “Right,” she replied, her eyes darting around. She took one look at the cabin and then her gaze turned to the road we’d just arrived on. “Well, looks like all is fine now. Please take me back, or if you don’t want to take me all the way, if you’ll just take me to a phone where I can call a cab or a friend or my —,”
    “ — Your boyfriend? Husband?”
    “My father.”
    “Your father? How old are you?” I asked, my eyes squinting, looking her up and down for the first time really. She was a petite little thing but there was no way a girl dressed like this still needed her daddy to save her…
    “I’m twenty-one,” she replied defiantly, jutting her chin out a little. God, it was fucking adorable. My cock twitched in my jeans and I reminded myself to keep my cool.
    “You sure about that?” I asked, taking note of the way she glanced off to the side.
    “Fine.