Tattered on My Sleeve by Autumn Jones Lake

Author:Autumn Jones Lake [Lake, Autumn Jones]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: chance, Boy, motorcycle, Fighter, Long, stories, Bad, Club, Second, Submissive, motorcycle club romance, Outlaw, Service, Abuse, Kink, Organized, MMA, Romance, Mild, Survivor, biker, Crime, Emotional, Epic, Rape
Publisher: Autumn Jones Lake
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Even with our outside quickie, we make it to the gas station before Rock and the others. Wrath passes two SUVs at the pumps, and tucks us into a spot near the exit. He doesn’t bother shutting off the bike.

He shouts to me over the rumbling exhaust, “Wanna head to the park?”

“Don’t you want to enjoy your victory party?”

“No. We need to talk.”

We do? About what?

I don’t get to ask, because the roar of our guys approaching drowns out everything. Wrath pulls out ahead of them and leads us out of Ironworks.

Sweet relief sweeps through me when we finally cross into Empire County. Wrath takes us through the winding, country roads and the left over tension from the fight ebbs away.

Teller and Murphy are suddenly on either side of us. Just seeing that they’ve broken formation is enough to make me tense right back up.

“The fuck?” Wrath shouts.

For a brief second my gaze collides with Teller’s and he shakes his head.

The revving of an engine behind us, makes me turn around. There’s an SUV bearing down on Z. Rock’s only slightly ahead.

Fuck.

Z swerves to the side and lets the SUV pass, but it keeps pressing Rock and Hope to the edge of the road.

“Hold on,” Wrath shouts.

The SUV bears down on us. My heart jumps, terrified something happened to Rock.

Something definitely taps our rear tire and we swerve, but Wrath keeps us upright. A scream tears out of me.

“Fuck!”

Glancing down is terrifying. Light glints off the giant SUV bumper bearing down on us. I almost want to reach out and push it away. But at the last second I pull back, knowing that’s a good way to lose a hand.

It taps us again, pushing us to the side. The bike jerks to the right. The rear end slides out and I brace for contact with the pavement. Then we’re flying through the air and bouncing down the slight hill. I hold my breath as my stomach flips. My arms cling to Wrath as long as possible, but we’re thrown from the bike. There’s a horrible crunch and snap of metal.

I’m blinking up at the black sky. It’s pretty and I wonder if I’ve fallen asleep outside the clubhouse.

Shots echo in the air and I guess the guys are at the gun range? But that doesn’t make any sense because it’s dark.

I blink and sit up. The throbbing in my head explodes and I sit there dazed taking in my surroundings.

Ahead of me, I hear Wrath groan.

Okay. Not at the clubhouse.

Woods.

“Trin?”

“I’m here.”

I can’t stand yet. Nothing’s broken, but my knees have turned to jelly. I turn and crawl over the cold, wet ground.

A short, startled scream tears out of me when I find Wrath and scramble to his side.

“Wyatt?”

He groans.

More shots echo through the night.

“Don’t move.”

Reaching down, I yank the Glock from my ankle holster. Miraculously it stayed put.

“Wrath?” I hate leaving him unprotected, but he’s not conscious enough to take the gun.

I get my legs under me and stagger forward.

Ahead there’s rustling.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.