I get myself dressed, and within no time, I’m flying back out the door, going quietly as to not alert Carver, who I’m sure is probably still wide awake.
I get downstairs and find the keys to my bike on the small table in the foyer. In one swift motion, I scoop them up, and I’m out the front door taking the front steps two at a time until I hit the driveway.
My bike sits patiently waiting for me, and I throw my leg over it, instantly feeling at home. A raw grin cuts across my face as I start the engine and feel it rumbling beneath me, the sound deafening in the quiet night.
I hit the throttle.
As I fly up the drive, I can’t help but look down at the small mirror and wonder just how many times I’m going to sneak out of this house tonight. The first time was a disaster, and while I did what I had to do, it didn’t leave me feeling great. Hopefully, this time goes a little smoother.
My stomach drops as I approach the gate at the end of the driveway, but relief instantly filters through me when I find it wide open. I fly straight through it, pushing my bike to its limits.
I have to go fast. King admitted that the guys have a tracking device on my bike, and until I have the sun working on my side, there’s no way that I’m going to be able to find it and shove it straight back up Carver’s ass. So, until then, I need to get this done as quickly as I can because I have absolutely no doubt that at least one of the guys would have heard my bike and is now on their way after me.
I hit the second set of gates and enter the code as quickly as possible before finally making it to the main road and taking off like a rocket.
I scan the streets, searching through the back alleyways, looking for a target. The adrenaline begins pulsing through me as I find it nearly impossible to sit still on my bike. The need to start tearing shit up is far too strong within me.
I glance down at my hand over the handlebar and see my empty knuckles, desperately wishing that I had my weapon of choice, but for tonight, I’m going to have to go without and hit just a little bit harder. After Carver’s bullshit tonight, I doubt hitting harder is really going to be an issue.
I pass a sleazy club just on the outskirts of Ravenwood Heights, and my bike slows as I look over it. There’s a flashing light above the entrance that lets me know that if you come with the right amount of cash, anything is possible.
A grin stretches across my face. This isn’t just a sleazy club, it’s a fucking brothel.
Perfect.
I bring my bike to a stop right by the entrance of the alleyway and spy a man right down the side of the building, his face squished up against the window of a private room as he madly jerks off.
I laugh. This is going to be too easy.
The adrenaline pulses through me as I slide off my bike, feeling like myself for the first time in weeks.
Each step I take echoes down the alleyway, and by the time I get halfway, the man’s head pulls away from the dirty window. His eyes widen, and afraid that I’m about to bust him for having his dick out in public, he quickly tucks it back into his jeans.
“Looking for a good time, huh?” I purr, slowly creeping in closer to him and rolling my tongue over my lips. “I could finish you off if you want.”
The guy looks over me and I see the exact moment that he assumes I’m one of the working girls from inside the club. “Well, hello to you too,” he murmurs, pushing off the wall and making his way to me, his eyes roaming over my body and instantly deciding that he likes what he sees.
I let my gaze sweep down his body as I bite my bottom lip. “You got cash?” I ask, lowering my tone. “Nothing comes free.”
A wicked grin stretches across his face as he digs into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out his wallet. He quickly scans through it before whipping his head back up to meet my stare. “I only have a hundred and fifty.”
I step into him, trailing my fingers over his chest and slowly circle him. “Sounds like just enough to me.”
A breathy, excited laugh bubbles out of his throat as he curls his arm around my waist and makes a show of plucking the cash from his wallet. “Oh, yeah,” he murmurs as he reaches for my body, letting his knuckles roam over my curves and being far too bold as he dips his fingers into the top of my tank, pushing the cash inside the cup of my bra. His skin against mine makes me want to hurl, but I’m not about to stop him. Getting paid was never a part of my plan, but now that I am, it’s just going to make kicking his ass so much sweeter. “How do you want to do this?”