The Biker's Fate Chapter 186

He took my arm. "Can I give you a ride somewhere?"

"No, I'm good. Thanks." I tried to pull away, but he gripped me harder.

"I'd really like you to let me go," I ordered, but I felt a prick in my arm and gasped. "Ouch. Did you just... pinch me?"

"Must have been my pin. Here, let me help you," he said.

Pin? The word blended together in my mind and I stumbled. "What the...?"

He dragged me into the alleyway behind the bar and sneered as he slammed me against the wall. "Hey!" I squeaked.

"You don't even know who I am, do you?"

"Brian... Combes," I slurred.

"That's not what I'm talking about." His hand grasped my throat and I couldn't breathe. "Fuckin' bitch."

He squeezed harder and I scratched at his arms, the adrenaline forcing a little of the haziness away, but my arms still felt like rubber flailing in water. Clothing ripped and something hard was between my legs, pressing against me. I cried out but he squeezed my throat harder with one hand and grabbed my breast with the other. Pain registered somewhere in the back of my mind as the cool night air told me I was now naked from the waist down.

Then suddenly, Brian was yanked away. With nothing to hold me up, I slid down the wall, crumbling to the cold cement ground. Then everything went black.

Knight

Thirty minutes earlier...

"How far out are you?" Mack asked.

"Just got home. You need me?"

"Kim's here."

"So?" I asked, wondering what the issue was. Mack was obviously there too. "Is there a problem?"

"I don't know what's up with her, but she's flirtin' with every douchebag who looks her direction."

I sighed. Dani had told me Kim sometimes spiraled and went looking for trouble, but I hadn't seen that side of her yet. Apparently now it was time. "Shit, seriously?"

"It's like she keeps cuttin' her finger and dunkin' it in the shark tank. They're continually circlin' her."

Damn it! Blush was the wrong place for a good girl to be looking for attention. "I'll call her," I said.

"Good. I'm shuttin' her the fuck down, so she's gonna be pissed at me."

"Fine." I put on my jacket and stepped into my boots. "I'll be there soon."

"Okay."

Mack hung up and I called Kim. Mack was right, she didn't sound right. After I rang off with her, I headed to Blush. I needed to get a handle on Kim.

There was definitely something deeper than friendship between us and I wanted to explore it, but the timing wasn't right yet. She was still closed to trusting me, so for now, I needed to find out why she was so damn destructive. Her life seemed perfect. She had money, came from a good family, and had lots of friends who cared about her, so why the hell was she spiraling out of control? Picking up random assholes in a club like Blush was what my FBI brother called "Risky Behavior 101."

I parked my bike and threw my helmet in one of the saddlebags. As I rushed inside, I saw movement in the alley and heard a woman's whimper. Wondering what the call-girl had gotten herself into, I veered off to investigate, stalling. It wasn't a whore, it was Kim.

I saw a man shorter than Kim, pushing her against the wall, and I forced down rage at the visual of another man touching my woman, however, ice infused my veins when the asshole slammed her head against the brick. Fabric tore as the man ripped off Kim's dress.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I bellowed.

With my heart in my throat, I made a run for Kim, praying I'd get to her before any damage was done. Reaching the assailant, I yanked him back, distracting him enough to stop beatin' on Kim, but she appeared to be totally out. I grabbed the guy by the back of the neck and slammed him face first to the concrete. "You fuckin' stay down or you're eatin' the curb," I threatened. The guy just groaned.

"Knight, man!" Flea called.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" I shouted. I grabbed the guy by the back of the neck and slammed him face first to the concrete again, this time knocking him out. I wanted to do a hell of a lot more, but the piece of shit barely even took the first hit. Regardless, I gave the asshole a kick to the gut.

"Knight, man!" Flea called.

"Gimme a sec," I shouted. I didn't want anyone to see Kim with her ass hanging out, so I took off my jacket and laid it over her. "Okay, I'm good." I checked Kim's vitals as Flea approached. "Get that guy in the basement. I'll get Kim."

"You got it," Flea said.

While Flea took care of the trash, I tried to wake Kim.