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next couple of days. Your daddy earned you a one-way ticket to Washington. Seventy-two hours of just you and me.” He looked up into the rearview mirror and I could see his shoulders shake from the laugh he was attempting to hold back.
    Seventy-two hours? What the fuck? It should have been a twenty-four hour ride at most, but I couldn’t ask him about it with the sweaty bandana tied around my mouth.
    “You’re kind of boring, you know that?”
    Yeah, well, you kinda talk too much, fucktard. Damn, it was probably a good thing the fucker had me gagged. I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t put a bullet in my head for all the negativity. Bikers would only take so much before shutting a bitch up. I’d seen it too many times in the club before. It was never a dull moment around those parts. Either a rival biker that stuck his nose into club business was getting shanked or a dumb club bitch was getting knocked around for not learning to keep her big mouth shut. Bitches would bleed too. There was nothing like alcohol to thin the blood.
    The car came to a screeching halt and I was thrown from the seat to the floorboard.
    “Fuck.” It was the only word uttered by JD after his not so gentle stop.
    I couldn’t see what was going on, but I heard when the driver’s side door opened and slammed shut. The car hadn’t even stopped rocking from the door closing when the first gunshots rang in the air.
    My heart was in my throat within seconds and the only thing I could figure was that maybe someone noticed when I was ganked from Jeremy’s parking lot. Maybe Jeremy himself had come out of that pathetic excuse for an apartment and called into the club with what he saw. My fear turned to fucking elation. I didn’t think it was my daddy out there rescuing my ass, but it had to be the brothers. There was no other explanation.
    The car door swung open again and someone climbed inside, groaning as his weight rocked the car. The door slammed, the ignition fired and I felt the car peel off, swerve twice and the tires screech from the exertion. My car wasn’t meant for racing. The damn thing could fall apart.
    I started mumbling into the dirty ass bandana tied around my head and a large hand reached back to rip it off my face.
    I spit out the taste of dirty biker sweat and smiled brighter than a wolf in a hen house. “Fuck, Jeremy, it’s about fucking time you showed up. I thought those fuckers were going to kill me. Did you follow us or something? What the fuck took you so long?”
    There was no response and I was able to look up enough to see the side of his abdomen. The black shirt appeared ripped and wet. When a drop finally fell, I realized I was looking at blood.
    “Oh my god, pull over! You’ve been shot!” Wiggling in place, I attempted to look up at Jeremy, but there was no fucking way I was going to be able to do that tied. “Pull over you son of a bitch and untie me!”
    “Not a damn chance, Munch. Not until we get to a hotel. And stop calling me Jeremy.”
    My heart sank into my feet. “Fuck.” I rested my head against the carpet on the ground and prayed to God that Jeremy wasn’t lying on the road dead. “Did you kill them?”
    “Who?”
    “Whoever stopped you, attempting to rescue me.”
    He groaned again and I looked up to see him shifting in his seat. The blood was pouring out faster from his side and I got nervous about the fact that he was driving the car. What if he passed out and wrecked? What if I was thrown from the car while still tied? What the fuck would I do then?
    “You need to pull over. You’re bleeding out.” I didn’t give a shit if the fucker died, I just didn’t want to be tied up, injured and thrown out into the Arizona sun. The only thing I could hope for was that I died on impact.
    “You need to worry about yourself, little girl. Not me. A fucking bullet to the side isn’t going to take me out.”
    I shut up. But then I remembered Jeremy.
    “So are they dead? Who’d you kill?”
    “Why do