Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Rancher is on the ground, bleeding from his leg. Rider now is fighting two men, the one that pulled him out of his chair and the one that got Rancher.
I jump in, ready for this to be over, ready to get me and her out of here. I pull one of the men off Rider and punch him, causing him to fall back on the bar and to the ground. I look at her one more time and when I turn around, Rider has taken out the other one and put him on the floor.
“Rider, help him.” I point over at Rancher, who’s lifting himself off the floor. I go back to her and she seems to have gotten herself together but she’s still looking at the man she hit.
“Do you have a purse or anything you want to take with you?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “What?”
Putting my hands on her shoulders, I ask her again, “Honey, we probably only have a minute to get out of here before the cops pull in with sirens blaring. Where’s your purse?”
The bartender sets it on the bar beside her. She grabs it and starts to walk, but stops herself. "Wait, I’m not going anywhere.”
I shake my head. “What’s your name?”
“Madison,” she whispers to me huskily.
“Madison, you just took down a Fallen King. They are not going to forget this. You need to come with me so I can protect you.” I grab her hand and pull her after me.
“No, I’ll just explain…” she starts.
But what she doesn’t realize is that there is no explaining when it comes to the Kings. My heart starts racing, not from the exertion, but from thinking about what they’ll do to her if they find her.
A woman, a friend of hers I’m guessing, in the same uniform walks up to her. “Madison, he’s right. You better go.”
I don’t wait for her to respond. I lift Madison over my shoulder once again and stride out of the bar with her hanging over me. I expected some kind of fight, but there isn’t one. Maybe it’s finally hit her… she can’t stay here.
2
Madison
When we get outside, he sets me on my feet and puts my purse into a compartment on his bike.
“What about you?” I ask him as he grabs a helmet, putting it on my head and snapping it under my chin.
He smirks at me. “I’m fine.”
He looks over at the other two bikers, nodding his head at them. They look at me, but they don’t seem to question what he’s doing bringing me along. He straddles the bike and holds his hand out to me.
“I’ve never ridden on a bike before,” I tell him.
“That’s okay. I’ve never had a woman on the back of my bike before.”
I feel that him saying that to me is telling me something, maybe something profound. I’ve heard about bikers and having women on their bikes. It’s supposed to be special to some of them. I wonder if it’s the case with him. I put my hand in his to help me balance as I throw my leg over the bike. Once I’m settled, he reaches back and grips my thighs, pulling me closer to him. When the front of my body is snug against his back, he hollers back at me, “Lean when I lean.”
He grabs my hands and pulls them around him, holding them to him until I grip on to his hard abs. He starts the motor, and I squeeze him, trying to get his attention. “Hey, what’s your name?”
“Brick. Hold on.”
He pulls out of the parking lot and I grip on to him even tighter.
When I came into work tonight, I never dreamed this was how my night would go. I thought it would be like every other night. Yes, I’ve seen a bar fight before. But never like the one I saw tonight. And I’ve definitely never jumped into the middle of one.
But I noticed Brick the second he walked into the door of the Back Roads Bar. Admittedly, he’s hard not to notice. When you have three bikers the size of him and his friends, you sort of take notice. But there was something else. It was almost like I couldn’t look away from him.
Which is weird for me honestly. I’m not that girl. The one that fawns over a man. Of course, it could be that I haven’t had time to notice one. Not in a while, anyway. Growing up, it was just my mom and me. She worked all the time, but she also made sure I always had everything I needed. I graduated high school and was in my 3rd year of college when my life fell apart. My mother, after a long battle with cancer, passed away. I dropped out of school and came to work at the bar. It was the only well-paying job I could find in this small town.