Bullet (Steel Reapers MC Book 1) by Zahra Girard

Author:Zahra Girard [Girard, Zahra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-09-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Madison

"We need to make a couple of stops first," Bullet says as I slip onto the motorcycle behind him.

"Of course. For clothes, right? Because we can't go see the symphony looking like this. They just wouldn't let us in," I say, looking down at the desolate state of my wardrobe and realizing I should've grabbed more than just my laptop when Bullet took me by my apartment. A change of clothes would've been nice. I look and smell extraordinarily rough.

"Got my suit at home. We'll grab it, then get you some clothes from a store. Shouldn't take long."

With that, he starts the motorcycle and my thoughts get so scrambled by the roar of the engine that we're several miles down the road before I realize that we're heading to his house. I've never seen his house. Never known where he lived. Never met his family, really, except saying a brief hello to his father when I stopped by their garage once. And now that I've been kidnapped and am extorting my fiance's family for tons of money, I'm going to just casually walk into his house like nothing's happening and meet his parents?

I am freaking out.

More than when I talked to Alexander, more than when Jackson first stormed back into my life and kidnapped me by running the car off the highway.

When we pull into the driveway of a single-story house on the outskirts of Costa Oscura, I'm so close to hyperventilating that it takes me a moment to notice the state of the house—the peeling paint, the sagging roof on the garage, the plywood nailed down over a broken living room window—that speaks to a state of sorry disarray.

"What the hell...?" Jackson murmurs as he slips off the bike.

"This is your house?" I say, shocked I can even get those words out.

He nods, looking around as if he's seeing the place for the first time.

"Used to be. Now it's just my dad's. I haven't been back in a while. He never was the best about caring for the place, even when mom was alive. But after she passed and after I left, it looks like he just..." He reaches out a hand to help me off the motorcycle, and I take it, feeling a little unsteady on my feet. But after he helps me off, he hesitates, staring at the house. "Maybe it was a mistake to come here."

"Jackson, it's okay. I don't care what your house looks like."

"My dad doesn't know I'm back. I never called... When Alexander made those threats, I didn't want to put anyone in danger. So I just disappeared." He sighs. "We should go."

I take his hand, clutch it tight, and smile at him.

"It'll be fine. Your dad needs to know you're alive."

We make our way inside; the door creaks ominously on its hinges to announce our presence. The inside of the house is even worse than the outside, with air that is thick with dust, with age, and a musty smell that makes me wrinkle my nose.

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