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hear the steady thud of music coming from inside.
    This was a biker bar. Why on earth were they stopping here when Nick needed medical attention? They were wasting time.
    I slid off the bike before Nick could do anything to stop me and stormed up towards Damien.
    I didn’t give any thought to my safety as I pulled on Damien’s arm so he would turn and face me.
    He snarled down at me, but I didn’t back down. I must have been delirious from so many hours on the road.
    “He’s injured,” I said, pointing in Nick’s direction. “He needs medical attention as soon as possible. Why on earth are you stopping at a bar?”
    Damien smiled, and his gold tooth glinted in the neon lights shining down on us. He looked me up and down, no doubt noticing I was wearing Nick’s jacket.
    He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and turned to Nick and smiled, but it wasn’t a genuine smile. It was a cruel smile, full of threat.
    “It looks like you’ve got yourself a fan, Nick. What have you been doing on the back of the bike?” He looked at me and winked. “Nick’s always had a way with the ladies.”
    He reached out his hand to cup my cheek and then with his thumb he gently traced a path along my jaw and down my neck to my collarbone, and then lower still, dipping beneath my T-shirt to touch the swell of my breast.
    Horrified, I took a step back and wrapped Nick’s jacket tight around me.
    Before I could do anything else, Nick was by my side, leading me away from Damien.  
    “The doctor is here,” he said in a low voice.
    “I’ll leave you two to get better acquainted then,” Damien called after us and cackled a horrible laugh.  
    Chad and Tom joined in, and I flushed as I listened to their crude jokes. I felt Nick tense beside me as he pulled me faster towards the entrance to the bar.
    “Maybe you two can get a room,” Chad shouted at us before we slipped inside.
    If I was expecting him to thank me for my concern over his health, I was to be sadly disappointed.
    “What the hell was that?” Nick demanded. His bright blue eyes bore down into mine as he held me by the shoulders.
    “What?”
    “Why did you talk to Damien like that? He’s dangerous, Ella.”
    I shrugged off his hands, yanking myself away from his grip. I was fed up of being kept in the dark and driven around the state as a hostage.
    “Why is everyone so scared of Damien anyway?” I felt strangely betrayed, which was dumb as Nick had never really been on my side.  
    He was just some hot biker I’d hooked up with, I reminded myself. But he was right about one thing: I needed to be careful. The best chance I had to get out of this situation unhurt was to be compliant until I found a way to escape them.
    Nick was still staring at me and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. “I don’t want you to get hurt. That’s all. That’s why I’m mad, okay?”
    I glared back at him and didn’t answer.
    “It’s sweet that you are concerned about me, but you don’t need to be. You just need to keep on Damien’s good side, okay?”
    I shrugged and then said in a brittle voice. “So where is this doctor?”

6

    We walked through the bar, drawing the attention of the clientele. One woman, wearing a low-cut top and a denim skirt, looked Nick up and down hungrily. I couldn’t blame her. At first glance, he had everything a woman could want. His T-shirt clung to his abs, showing off his perfect body. Of course she didn’t know what he and the rest of his biker gang were really capable of.
    We walked quickly through the bar and then out the back. Nick closed the door behind us and we entered a wood-paneled corridor, lined with photographs of Harley-Davidson’s and various badges and symbols of different motorcycle gangs.
    “What are the others going to do while you see the doctor?” I asked as I followed him down the corridor.
    “Get drunk, I should think. We’ll be staying here tonight.”
    An idea started to form in my mind. There were so many people