Seduced By The Hot Biker (Moon Shadows MC)

Reflected Light

Jaguar.

As we tore down the highway, wind whipping through my hair, I felt her suddenly start tapping against my back, signaling for me to pull over.

What the hell could she possibly need? I pulled off at the first rest stop I saw, figuring she needed to piss or something.

“What’s up, princess?” I asked her.

She gave me a dirty look. “We need to go back to my apartment.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why would we do that?”

“I forgot my laptop.”

“You can live without it.”

“No, I can’t.” She crossed her arms, and I recognized the look on her face. It was pure, stubborn anger, and it meant that no matter what I said, she was going to do whatever she wanted.

I could fight it all I wanted, but what did it matter? We were going to her apartment one way or the other.

I decided to just make it easy on myself.

“Fine,” I said, “but we have to make it a fast trip.”

“I just need to grab it.”

“Let’s go.” I kicked the engine to life as she got back on.

The meeting with Jetter kept playing in my mind. On the surface, things were civil between our two groups, but everyone knew better than that. Jetter and the Rebels had been itching to get a piece of our action for years, ever since Jetter had taken over and become their president. He was an opportunist, and he would turn his back on us the second it benefitted him.

More than that, it seemed like he knew something we didn’t. He seemed almost confident in our meeting, which was probably not surprising, but he had just lost a man. He was almost cavalier about it, almost like it didn’t matter so much.

The only person in the world who knew what had happened was sitting on my bike with me, probably mentally preparing herself to marry me. Worst of all, she couldn’t even begin to understand what was happening around her.

Maybe she hated me, although I wasn’t sure why. If anything, I had every right to despise her. Because of what had happened between us, her father had thrown me in prison and she hadn’t so much as written me a letter. And here I was willing to sacrifice my damn freedom for her just to keep her protected from the bad motherfuckers who wanted to do her harm, and she was acting like I was some asshole.

Damn girl thought the world revolved around her pretty little head. Truth was, I wanted to f**k her cunt so bad, I was beginning to think that was true. The way my d**k strained toward her every time she was around meant maybe she actually was the center of the damn universe.

We tore back into town, heading toward her apartment building. Finally, I parked out front and she climbed off the bike.

“Hold it,” I said to her. “Stay with me.”

She frowned. “It’s safe. This is my place.”

“It’s not safe. This is your place.” I grabbed her arm. “Stay with me.”

She went to protest, but I wasn’t playing games. I pulled her along behind me, ignoring her angry complaining.

We pushed through the front door and headed up the stairs. As soon as we turned onto her landing, something felt off to me. I wasn’t sure what.

“Hold,” I said to her, stopping.

“What?”

“Something’s weird.”

“Looks fine to me.”

We walked slowly down her hall. As soon as we got close to her door, I spotted it.

The thing was standing slightly open, as if someone had broken it in and then just propped it shut.

Instantly I pushed Veronica back and pulled the gun from my jeans.

“What?” she hissed, shocked.

“Someone was here,” I said. “Stay.”

I crept forward and pushed the door open. It swung in easily. Veronica gasped, stepping back against the wall.

Inside, her apartment was a damn mess. Whoever had been in there had torn the place to shreds looking for something. I couldn’t be sure if they were still there or not, so I crept quietly inside, keeping my gun ready.

I checked the main room, the bathroom, and the bedroom, but it was all clear. Whoever had been there had obviously left a while ago.

“Veronica, come on in,” I said.

She stepped through the door, staring around wide-eyed.

“Oh my god,” she said.

“Looks like they got here earlier,” I said.

“They destroyed it.”

I shrugged. “Just made a mess is all.”

She began to pick through the stuff, looking completely devastated. “I can’t believe this.”

I leaned against the door, closing it, and crossed my arms. “Find your laptop. We don’t want to be here.”

“Jaguar, they went through my stuff.”

“I know they did. But hurry. We have to go.”

She moved through the space in a daze, like she was shell-shocked or something. She went into her bedroom and came out a minute or two later with her laptop.

“They didn’t take anything,” she said.

“Probably don’t have what they were looking for.”

“And what’s that?”

“No clue, sweetheart. But we better roll.”

She nodded silently and followed me back out. I kept my gun ready until we were back at my bike.

The devastation in her apartment had clearly shaken her. She held on tight as hell as we sped back toward my house.

Frankly, it was bugging me, too. Why would they toss over her apartment searching for something? She was just a witness to a murder. I couldn’t imagine they’d need anything she had other than her actual self. So why not just sit in her place and wait for her to come back to grab her?

Unless they knew we were protecting her. That was pretty likely since Phoenix wasn’t being shy about broadcasting that fact to all the other clubs in the area. Maybe it was just a warning message to her, meant to scare the s**t out of her.

If that was the case, I guessed it had worked. She’d been white as a sheet as we’d left her apartment. What had happened with her friend probably seemed like a distant, bad dream, and everything after like some crazy story happening to someone else. But seeing her apartment like that, well, maybe it had made her reflect on things.