Crane: Lost Valkyries MC by Esther E. Schmidt

Author:Esther E. Schmidt [Schmidt, Esther E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-25T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

***Faya***

I feel like I’m on a roller coaster. Not just an emotional one, but one that makes your belly flip and gives you the high of pure joy. But in fact I’m on the back of a bike, holding on to a guy who took and gives me all.

I’m wearing new clothes, a new leather jacket, blouse, and black jeans that fit perfectly around my curves. And to me that means a lot. I can never find a pair of jeans that’s a good size and comfy at the same time. Yet he walks into a store with me, tells the girl behind the register to get me the best pair of jeans. She would have worked faster if she wasn’t slipping over her own drool.

Shit. I was getting annoyed with the little bitch that was fluttering her eyes every chance she got. Yet there was no need for jealousy because Crane was only watching me, he didn’t even give her the time of day. Even when he paid the bill he didn’t utter a single word to her, just threw the money and grabbed the bags before he guided me out of there.

Yes, I said bags. Filled with clothes that are in the saddlebags of his bike. He bought me a whole new wardrobe. I’m not wearing my comfy moccasins anymore. Nope, I’m wearing black, chunky high heel boots. The yellow silk blouse I’m wearing underneath the leather jacket feels amazing. And I’ve not even mentioned the lingerie that is all lace and gorgeous. I think I’ve never owned clothes as expensive as I’m wearing right now.

My arms tighten around the man I owe my life, and everything else, too. I feel him pat my hand before he picks up speed. I love the feel of the wind, the rumble of the bike, and the man who gives me everything without asking anything in return.

Crane guides the bike toward a large gate that opens when we’re almost to it. Up ahead is a large building with a row of bikes in front of it. Here and there are fire pits, a few people are standing around them. Some are smoking a cigarette or drinking a beer and it looks like they are having a good time.

The bike comes to a stop and that’s when I get nervous. I heard the other guy on the phone earlier loud and clear. The one who shot my roommate, and sent Crane after me, Tico Borgio, wants me brought to him. For three days I was scared that they would kill me. But knowing Tico wants me to be brought to him? It makes the thought of them killing me less scary because I have no clue what he wants and my mind can only skip to torture.

With the abuse I’ve lived through, pain is a living hell where time is irrelevant. Making seconds drag by and seem like hours that will stay rooted in your brain forever. So the thought of getting killed is final and the thought of anything else is much scarier.

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