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Ow! She put her fingers on her
lumbar and squeezed to cease a muscle spasm.
    One of the bouncers rushed over and
put Chip in a headlock. "You seemed to be having fun, Melony. I
didn't know you were in trouble."
    "I'm okay, Frank."
    Chip struggled in vain against the
burly biker. She suspected the bouncer's spiked wristbands hurt
where they dug into her boss's neck. Let him suffer a
minute.
    "So, how's Velma? I don't see her at
the meetings much these days." The spasm stopped and she twisted
her torso to release the last of the tension. She tried not to
smile as Chip swung wild, impotent punches in every direction, his
head cocked by Frank's elbow so he couldn't see much of
anything.
    "She's got a new job. Nightshift down
at the bottling plant." He hitched a thumb over his
shoulder.
    "Does she like it?" She didn't
care.
    "Sure does, sweetheart. Best money
she's made yet. And her days are free to go riding with me, among
other things." He waggled his eyebrows.
    She smiled. He looked fierce, but he
loved his wife like nothing she'd ever seen. And he treated Melony
like precious cargo.
    "You want me to break his neck?" he
asked, tightening his hold.
    Chip went still, his face turning
lavender and his eyes popping. "No. I think he's learned his
lesson. You can let him go."
    "You sure about that, sweetheart?" He
loosened his grip a fraction, and her boss gasped.
    "Yeah, go ahead. I've got him from
here. Where's a whip when ya need one, huh?" She shrugged and
grinned.
    "Right." Frank released a hearty
laugh. "You take him home, now. Take good care of him."
    What did he think? That she took Chip
on as a partner? "Oh, I'm not—"
    The bouncer froze, refusing to release
her boss. Scowling, he said, "Nobody comes in here and treats us
like he just did to you. Now you tell me he's your new slave or I'm
taking him out back, snapping his neck, and dumping him at the
railroad tracks."
    Chip sent her a desperate look, his
lips opening and closing like a fish out of water. He had a
muscular build, but he didn't stand a chance against the biker's
sheer brawn. Damn it. She couldn't let Frank kill him. And Kathy
would never let her get away with lying about taking on a new
partner. The society would kick her out of membership, and they
provided the only support she had ever known. They were friends. An
adoptive family of sorts. No, she had no choice.
    Waving a hand in the air, she faked a
lighthearted laugh. "He's mine alright. He's really raw. I've got
to teach him some manners. I was going to say I'm not ready to
leave yet. But if you think we should go…"
    "I think that would be best. He's made
enough trouble for one night." Frank growled, reached for the back
of his belt, and produced a collar and leash. He clamped the
harness around Chip's neck and handed the leash to Melony. "See you
both next month." The bouncer saluted her and headed into the heart
of the meeting.
    "Come on, slave," she said, giving the
leash a tug. "Let's get you settled at my place."
    "What?" Chip rasped, trying to insert
his fingers under the edge of the collar.
    "You heard me. My place." She shrugged
into her coat and ripped his nametag off his lapel.
    He followed her outside, giving her no
trouble. Chill March air cleared her head, and she tried to imagine
how they would establish boundaries between the workplace and
home.
    "I can't go home with you. I've got a
room at a hotel that's paid through the week." His voice still
rattled.
    "You don't understand. You just sold
your soul to the devil for one kiss."
     

Chapter 5
     
    "You've got a twisted sense of humor."
Chip wasn't amused. Trying to locate the collar's fastener, he
slowed and said, "Take this thing off of me."
    His secretary gave the leader a tug.
"If you value your life, don't fight me." She passed him a
meaningful look then glanced at the warehouse's
entrance.
    He followed her line of vision to
where Frank glared, arms crossed over a bulging chest. The
expression on the biker's haggard features made it