“I’ve got you, Angel.” He spoke for the first time, his lips gently grazing her ear.
The deep, soothing voice made her heart quicken and relaxed her at the same time. Her head fell forward onto his broad shoulder. She buried her nose into his neck as he turned to face the other men. She titled her head down so she could see them better as they drew closer to her.
“I’m King and this is Bones and Digger,” he nodded to them as he said their names.
They looked just as fierce as the man who held her now. The man closest to her, Bones, had his face blanked and strands of golden blonde hair from his Mohawk swept haphazardly across his strong forehead. There was a sort of strain to his neutral expression like he was struggling to hold it. She took her time mapping his features and could see beyond the blankness that the same rage and turmoil as King was affecting him too. She became desperate to take the pain from his blue eyes, so she reached out to him, wanting to cling to him too. Her hand was snatched up by a warm, roughly calloused hand. The heat they gave off thawed more than her skin.
“You got a name?” His voice was raspy and rumbled with his question. She nodded once before managing to whisper her answer, “Bianca.”
“Bianca,” was whispered out by the last man, Digger.
He was the biggest of the three. His thick powerful neck, held a head graced with a face made for the movies. His bone structure looked like it was made to be photographed. Dark blonde stubble highlighted his jaw and his dark eyes created an amazing contrast with the rest of his light features. Bianca felt herself sinking into his beauty and was sure she could just stare at him for hours.
Her intense study of him was broken when they were suddenly up and moving. She watched, detached as she was carried past the other cells and out of the building that had held her captive for weeks.
“Who’s this?” The deep, gravelled voice startled her, forcing her to curl tighter into King’s arms.
She twisted her face around to see an older man with a deep scar marking his face. He looked like he’d lived a hard life yet she got the impression he’d revelled in every moment of it.
“Bianca. She was in the cell next to Nic,” Digger answered abruptly while positioning himself in front of them like a shield.
“Well, put her the fuck down, King. We need to get out of here and we don’t need any Riot cast-offs hanging around.” She felt the already hard body pressed to hers stiffen.
She could feel herself start to panic. Her fingers tightened on the hand holding hers and the t-shirt now grasped in her fist. Was she about to be abandoned in this creepy warehouse yard? She clung tighter around King’s neck and started to scramble to get higher up on his body. She wasn’t letting go. They’d have to pry her off. A deep rumble from the chest that held her came out as a snarling growl. The arms surrounding her clutched tighter, as did the hand still holding hers.
“Back off, Prez. She’s ours.” It was a short simple statement that had the effect of silencing everyone who was in the vicinity.
Prez threw his hands up in frustration and looked around him like he was searching for something.
“Fuck. I don’t have time to argue this shit. She’s on you, you get me?”
None of them answered but she felt a sharp nod. Then the man named Prez strode away and mounted his motorcycle.
“King, you take her in the truck, me and Bones will follow.” Digger’s voice was deeper and sterner than the others yet no less comforting.
Bianca’s desperate hold to King and Bones was making her ache worse. She couldn’t believe how she was acting, yet couldn’t stop it either. She should be scrambling to get away from these men and running with all her might to some place safe. Then again she’d learned a ‘safe place’ was misnomer. She’d thought her apartment was a safe place, she’d thought her sister’s home would be a safe place for Maggie and she’d been wrong about both. Yet, something deep down inside her screamed at her not to allow herself to be separated from any of them.
King started moving toward the truck and away from Bones and Digger. Bianca’s breathing stalled. She couldn’t allow that so she started to struggle against King’s hold. She needed all of them together. Throwing her arms out she grabbed Bones’ hand that had released hers and snatched the front of Digger’s tee, the material now securely held in her fist. His dark eyes widened as they moved from her face to her hand screwing up his shirt. He was clearly shocked that she’d grabbed onto him too.