Page 21 of Bruised MC Bear

“I always suspected it.”

“Then you know Dean Roman is a wolf shifter?”

“Sorry, what? No I didnotknow that. Wait, does this run in the family? Because that would mean his cousin, Sonya, has been keeping it from me all this time. No, she can’t be, but that would explain why—”

“Angel, you’re talking so fast, it’s making my head spin.”

“Well, you asked,” she reminded him.

“True. My bad. Listen, save the details for later. At the moment, we need to get the hell out of here, in case their reinforcements show up to finish what these yahoos started.”

She blinked at him, arching a brow. “Why do you believe that?”

“I’m not sure yet, but we’re better off away from here. And we can’t stay at your place for too long.”

Angel cocked her head and took a step backward. “Uh, excuse me?”

“They know where you live. Speaking of which, can I take a look at your phone?”

“Sure.” She opened her purse and lifted it out, passing it over to him. “What are you looking for?”

Axe flipped open the back cover of the phone and slipped out the sim card. “Just this part,” he explained, dropping it to the ground and grinding it under his boots.

Her eyes widened as she stared down at the pieces. “Why did you do that? I’ve got all my contacts stored in there!”

“Yeah. Contacts and your twenty-four-seven GPS coordinates. I’ll get you a new one as soon as I can, okay? Don’t freak out.”

“But…why?” she cried out.

“If they know where you are, they can find you again,” he informed her. “Get whatever you can fit in your purse from the car. We’re leaving.”

Her mouth fell open for a second, but the danger looming around clicked all of a sudden. Pivoting on her heels, she returned to the passenger side of her car to pick up the rest of the things that had fallen out of her purse.

“Who’s going to fill in for me at work while I’m gone?” she asked. “How long will we be gone, anyway?”

“As long as we have to. Trust me. Your boss will figure things out. No one is after them, all right?” Axe gripped her forearm and slammed her door shut. “Let’s go,” he barked, practically dragging her over to his bike.

“Can we at least stop at my place for a change of clothes?”

“We’ll see.”

“You’re not being very nice right now,” she whined.

“I never suggested I was nice, and can pretty much promise I won’t ever be that, especially not while I’m saving your life, doll.”

“Great. I can look forward to you being an asshole, then.”

He nodded and straddled the bike, stretching out his hand to help her on behind him. “Pretty much. So we’re good?”

Scowling, she took his hand and hiked her stretchy form-fitted skirt up her legs to climb on. She pressed up against him with her hands around his waist, her heart pounding at his back, and full, soft breasts at his shoulder blades.

“Just ride,” she groaned into his ear, digging her nails into his abs.

Axe smirked as he rode off, ready for a wild ride with the mouthy, blonde vixen.

His Angel.