Page 127 of The Forgotten

Pulling up her leggings, I watch as Storm fixes her bra and shirt while I put my cock away and put my leather glove back on. Wilder is breathing hard as he pulls his cock out of her mouth, and Storm picks her up onto her feet. He even uses her shirt to clean up her face of the cum that slipped out her lips and onto her chin.

“Get the fuck away from me,” she says, almost tripping over herself as her ass hits the side of the car. Her wince tells me that she’s definitely feeling my absence.

Lights and sirens begin to shriek through the quiet twilight, and I pull out my knife. Storm, Wilder, and Ace pull out theirs, digging them deep into all four of her tires.

“God, you’re such dicks,” she snarls, palming something in her hand.

“You have the cops coming riding to the rescue,” I chuckle, moving toward my bike.

Storm moves toward her instead of his bike, grabbing her face to pinch her lips open and spit in her mouth. My jaw drops in surprise as his lips crash down on hers, fighting her for dominance as he kisses her. I blame the dim light for not seeing her hand move, and his body begins to jerk as electricity coursed through him.

“Sneaky little shit,” Wilder breathes, his face guard up and his helmet on without the shade. “She’s got a stun gun.”

“She couldn’t get to it before because I was holding her hands,” Ace mutters as Storm finally pulls away.

He’s walking funny as he gets onto his bike, but the alpha can drive like a demon, so I’m not worried he’ll fall off.

“Let’s roll!” I yell over the engines as we race away from the police lights.

If they have to chase after us or check on Marie, I bet money they’ll stop for the little omega.

“That was one hell of a girl!” Storm whoops as he drives.

He’s a crazy fucker but he also isn’t wrong. Maybe fate will allow us to cross paths again.

Chapter

Three

MARIE

My hand hidesmy stun gun back in my pocket as the police officer’s car pulls over behind me. There’s no way in hell I can tell the truth of what happened. I’ve had to administer enough rape kits that I have no intention of going through one.

I can still feel the president’s cum inside of my asshole, dripping slowly out of me. Shivering as the cold air slices over me, I curse at him in my head.

Glaring at the disappearing lights of the bikers, I can only hope that the police officers getting out of their car will be able to get me a tow truck. This is going to clear out the money I have stashed away for a rainy day because I also have to get four new tires as well.

Not only is it raining, it’s pouring cats and dogs. Those fuckers.

I will not call Tommy.

I can still smell the men in the air, along with the scent of exhaust, and I swallow hard as the police officers walk until they’re standing across from me.

“Ma’am? Is there a reason you’re on the side of the road?” one of them asks, his eyes flicking in the direction of the long disappeared bikers.

“All four of my tires are slashed and I’m stuck?—”

I feel myself beginning to cry, and lean into it. Maybe tears will keep these officers from fucking leaving me here. I’m not having the best day.

Gasping in a breath, I shake my head. “I don’t have any cell phone signal. There was a big group of bikers that pushed me onto the shoulder of the road. They called themselves the Knotted Anarchy,” I explain. “I just want a tow truck so I can get this fixed, please. My car is wrecked.”

“I heard reports that they were driving up this way,” one of the officers grumbles. “I’m Jacob Adams, ma’am. We’ll help you out. I had a feeling that’s who they were when I was driving down.”

“I’m Marie. Shit,” I whisper, sniffling. “They may have taken my license.”

“Are you sure?” Officer Adams asks. “Why would they take an interest like that?”

“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “They wanted to mess with me. I vaguely remember that one of them was going through my car. It’s all kind of jumbled. They scared me.”