Obsessed With A Biker, What A Mess!

Chapter 4

Aria

The moment I stood up, I knew something was wrong. My stomach twisted, my throat burned, and my legs felt like wet noodles. My head pounded like I was stuck inside a bass speaker. I didn't need a doctor to tell me I'd been drugged.

I shoved my way to the bathroom, barely making it in time before I hit the floor and forced myself to throw up. Everything. Until there was nothing left

I washed my mouth quickly, splashed cold water on my face, and stumbled out. My only plan was to get the hell out of there and go home. Maybe sleep this crap off.

But I didn't make it to the door. Two men were already in the corridor. Big. Silent. Wrong.

Everything about them screamed trouble and I didn't wait to find out how much. I turned to bolt, but they were faster. One grabbed my arm, the other yanked me up by the waist like I was nothing but dead weight.

I froze. My heart thudded in my ears. I reached for my phone, but my bag—gone. I’d left it inside. Or maybe someone had taken it. I couldn’t think straight.

I thought about Ethan. About the number he gave me. About how I should’ve memorized it, should’ve called the second I started feeling off. How stupid of me. Too late now.

"Let me go, you freaks!" I snarled, thrashing hard. My knee flew up, caught one of them in the thigh, but it didn't slow him down.

"Back off!" I snapped, clawing at the hand on my arm. "You picked the wrong damn girl tonight!"

A rough hand slapped over my mouth before I could scream. The other man tightened his grip around my middle, nearly crushing my ribs.

"Keep still," one of them hissed near my ear.

My voice barely came out behind the hand clamped over my mouth. My scream was muffled, trapped in my throat.

The next thing I knew I was thrown into the backseat of a car. My shoulder slammed into the door.

I used what was left of my strength to shove it open—fingers trembling, legs barely working pushing hard.

It swung open. I spilled out. And fell right into someone's arms. I looked up and saw Ethan.

Relief washed over me, overwhelming. For a second, I thought I was hallucinating. His face was the last thing I expected, and somehow, the only thing that made sense. He always comes to my rescue. I might give him the title of my savior in shining armor.

I was expecting him to fight off the men just like he did the other night but instead he climbed into the car beside me.

"Drive. Now."

I wanted to ask him something—but the words wouldn't come. My lips parted, but the haze was already closing in, dragging me under. Darkness swallowed everything, and darkness consumed me.

Ethan

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Aria. She looked small, too still, her face pale against the pillow. I reached out and touched her cheek, gave her a gentle shake. "Aria," I said softly. "Wake up."

No response. She was breathing, at least. But the sight of her like this drugged, limp, helpless made something twist in my chest.

I knew something was off the second she walked into the bar with that girl. I'd already posted two of my guys inside. Just in case. I didn't like the vibe. Didn't like the way she looked when she walked in like her gut had already told her not to be there.

When the call came through that she was in trouble and not acting normal, I was already halfway to the place.

I didn't wait for more. Finding her wasn't the hard part. Pulling her out of that situation before it got worse that's what mattered.

And now, here she was, safe. I ran a hand down my face, then back through my hair. She had no idea how close she came to vanishing without a trace.

I stood and walked to the window, needing space from her unconscious form. It made me feel things I wasn't used to. Not pity she'd hate that. Not weakness either. But something close to anger.

She wasn't just another girl in the wrong place. She was Aria.

The same girl who once pulled me out when I was bleeding and broken. She didn't remember me, but I remembered everything. And I wasn't going to let anyone hurt her.

I was occupied with my thoughts when I heard Aria's murmured voice from the bed. I thought she was waking up. But then a sharp cry tore from her throat.

She thrashed, twisting in the sheets, her hands clawing at her clothes like they were suffocating her.

"Too hot—" she gasped. "It's—burning—get it off—"

I froze. Her pupils were blown wide, sweat beading down her temples. Then it hit me.

Aphrodisiacs. Not just any drug. They wanted her pliable. Out of her mind. Easy to move or worse.

"Sh*t," I muttered, surging to her side.

She was already tugging at her top, yanking at the fabric with trembling hands, nearly tearing it off her skin. Her breaths came in shallow pants, eyes wild, barely seeing anything in front of her.

This wasn't just heat this was a full-blown reaction. They'd dosed her heavy. I didn't have time to hesitate.

I scooped her up into my arms she whimpered, pressing her face into my chest, as I carried her straight to the bathroom.

The tiles were cold under my bare feet as I kicked open the door and went for the tub. I set her down carefully, one hand steadying her.

She trembled, trying to sit up. "It hurts," she whispered hoarsely. "Make it stop..."

"I will," I said quietly, brushing her hair from her face. "Just hold on."

I pulled out my phone and called Jax. "I need ice. Tub full.”

Then I dropped the phone, turned back, and started running my hand over her arms, her legs. She whimpered again, but didn't fight me.

"Stay with me, Aria," I murmured,"I've got you.”

Minutes passed. Her body was still trembling with the heat inside. Then, suddenly, her hand reached out curling into my shirt, tugging weakly at the fabric. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, but locked on me like I was the only solid thing left in her world.

My body went rigid and I didn't move. She pulled harder, fumbling with the hem of my shirt, trying to push it upward. I stiffened, caught off guard but I didn't stop her.

She wasn't thinking. Not clearly. When her hand reached for my belt, I caught her wrist gently.

"Aria. Don't do this. You're not in your right mind." I warned.

Her lips curled into a soft smile, but it wasn't her usual one it was hazy, dazed, and not entirely real. Then she leaned back, her fingers moving to her own shirt.

"Aria," I warned again, more sharply this time. "This is not the kind of game you want to play."

But she didn't answer. She began to slip out of her clothes. I averted my gaze, jaw clenched tight. This wasn't her. This was the drug.

And it was my job to make sure she didn't do anything she'd regret when she came back to herself.

But damn, something about her, about this was pulling at me.

She pushed forward and pressed against me again, her breath hot against my neck. "Help me," She whispered. I closed my eyes, fighting the part of me that wanted to give in.

She tilted her head to meet my gaze, and something in me broke. Before I could stop myself, I crashed my lips on hers reaching up and turning on the cold shower.