Page 11 of Her Dirty Biker (Savage Kings MC #3)
Chapter eleven
Diesel
I should’ve never left her alone. I missed her first call, but the second her name lights up on my screen for a second time, my gut twists. I don’t even wait for the second ring before answering.
“Willow?”
Her voice trembles on the other end. “I got a message. Two of them. From a number I don’t know.”
I’m already standing, already moving. “What did it say?”
She’s quiet for a beat, like she’s trying to steady herself. “That I can’t hide forever. That they know where I am.”
My blood goes cold. “Did you see anyone outside?”
“No, I checked. Nothing. But, Diesel, I swear I felt someone watching me. I don’t know if it was in my head or real, but it—” She cuts off with a shaky exhale.
“It’s real,” I growl. “I’m on my way.”
I hang up, pocket my phone, and stalk across the clubhouse, eyes already scanning for the others. Rock’s in the corner with Bear and Trigger, going over some intel on Langford’s warehouse. I don’t bother with pleasantries.
“They found her,” I say.
Rock’s head snaps up. “What the fuck do you mean?”
“She just got two threats. One of them said they knew where she was.”
“Goddamn it.” Rock’s already pulling out his phone. “Take care of her. We’ll deal with the source.”
“I’m not leaving her side again.”
“Take back-up.”
“No time.”
Bear steps forward. “I’ll tail you. Just in case.”
“Appreciate it.”
I don’t wait for permission.
I head out, helmet in hand, fury vibrating in every step. If they so much as breathe near her window, I’ll put a bullet between Guardrail’s eyes myself. No one threatens my girl and walks away.
No one.
I burn rubber getting to the safehouse. By the time I pull up, Bear’s two blocks behind. I cut the engine and immediately scan the street, but nothing seems off. There are no unfamiliar cars, no signs of a tail.
But that doesn’t mean she’s safe.
I’m up the stairs in seconds, key already in hand. The door swings open before I can knock.
Willow’s standing there, barefoot, wearing a tight crop top and some leggings. Fuck, the sight of her steals my breath, even now.
I want her now, but her eyes are wide and filled with panic. She’s holding her phone like it’s a weapon.
I step in and shut the door behind me. “Show me.”
She hands over the phone.
You can’t hide forever, sweetheart.Nice place. Cozy. It would be a shame if something happened to it.
I clench my jaw so hard it aches. “Fucking bastards.”
“You think it’s them?” she whispers.
“I know it is.”
She wraps her arms around herself, shoulders tight with tension. “I didn’t even reply. I didn’t know if I should call you. I thought maybe I was overreacting—”
I grip her chin, tilt her face up to mine. “You did the right thing. Always call me. I don’t give a fuck if it’s three a.m. and you hear a floorboard creak. You tell me.”
Her lower lip trembles. “I’m scared.”
I pull her against my chest. “You should be.”
Her breath catches.
“But you don’t have to be scared alone anymore.”
She sinks into me, hands fisting the front of my cut. “What are we gonna do?”
“I’m gonna get you out of here,” I say. “They’ve made this place hot. If they know where you are, this safehouse isn’t safe anymore.”
“Where will we go?”
“My place. It’s off-grid. They won’t find us.”
She swallows. “What if they try?”
“Let them.” My voice turns to gravel. “I’ve been looking for an excuse.”
We leave within fifteen minutes.
Bear helps me sweep the perimeter, then peels off to watch the area for stragglers while I get her on the back of my bike. Her arms wrap tight around me, and I swear, every time she clings to me like that, it carves a mark into my chest.
It’s a twenty-minute ride into the woods. I take back roads, keep to shadows.
My cabin isn’t fancy, but it’s mine. Built it myself. One room, solid stone fireplace, a reinforced door, blackout shades, and a generator out back. There's a hidden weapons locker in the floorboards and cameras on every tree surrounding us. It’s where I go to disappear.
Tonight, it’s hers too.
I get her inside, lock everything down, and finally let myself breathe.
Willow stands in the middle of the room, taking it all in. “This is kind of amazing.”
“Safer than the safehouse,” I say, kicking off my boots.
She turns, eyes searching mine. “So now what?”
I cross to her in three long strides. “Now we breathe and figure out who the fuck leaked that location.”
She nods, but I can still see the fear in her eyes and the tremble in her hands.
“You okay?”
“I don’t know.”
I reach for her. “Come here.”
She melts into my arms like she was made to fit there. We stay like that for a long time, not talking. Just breathing.
Eventually, she tilts her head up. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Saving me. Again.”
I brush a thumb over her cheek. “I’d do it a hundred times.”
Her voice drops to a whisper. “Even if I’m not worth it?”
“Don’t say that,” I snap, sharper than I mean to. “You are, Willow. You’re worth everything. ”
She sucks in a breath.
“I know I’m not good at this shit,” I say. “But I know what I feel when I look at you. I know I’d tear the world apart to keep you safe.”
Tears fill her eyes.
“Diesel—” She breaks. Her mouth crashes to mine, hot and messy, all desperation and need. I catch her, lift her, carry her toward the bed without ever letting her go.
This isn't just about lust anymore. It’s about need and survival.