Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(85)

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I’m… scared…”

That was the first truthful thing Lena had spoken since she woke up. She was scared. She was simply terrified. There was no way in hell Victor or his guys weren’t somewhere close by. Time was her greatest enemy right now and it was wasting.

“Okay, beautiful, don’t be scared,” Jett said. “You’re safe here. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

He put a hand to Lena’s leg and she jumped a little. Jett quickly took his hand away and stood from the bed.

He showed his hands and said, “It’s okay. I won’t touch you. Just let me know what I can do here. I’m in a mess myself with this situation, Lena. If you think going outside could help, then let’s go for a walk.”

“I’m naked under this shirt,” she said. “I’m not going outside like this.”

“Then get dressed,” Jett said. “Keep the shirt. I’m sure you don’t want to be walking around in a bloody shirt. Unless you think it’ll help you remember something.”

Lena pushed herself up more on the bed. She watched as Jett tossed her jeans - and panties - to the bed. She vividly remembered his hands sliding along her hips, fingers tightening around her panties and jeans, forcing them down her body. The way he touched her. The way he tasted her.

She couldn’t do this to Jett though. Even though Victor told her many times that the motorcycle club in Frelen was nothing more than a joke, she just didn’t want to pull him into anything. It wasn’t his problem or fault.

Lena grabbed her panties and turned sideways on the bed, her feet touching the floor. She stepped into her panties and then stood up.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” Jett said.

Lena pulled her panties up. She was already uncomfortable. Her panties clung to her body, thanks to Jett. Just seeing him made her warm. The slightest touch left her achy and wet.

She looked over her shoulder. “You don’t know me?”

“No,” Jett said.

“Why did you help me? Why not leave me where you found me?”

“That’s a good f*cking question,” Jett said. “I’m rethinking that part of it all right now. There were police on the way. I saw blood. You… just something about you. I got you here and figured I’d get some information from you. This morning.”

“Sorry,” Lena whispered.

She put her jeans on and then waited for Jett to take the lead.

When he moved by her, Lena shot her hand out and grabbed at his wrist. She pulled at Jett. He spun and was an inch from her.

Tell him the truth. Right now. Don’t f*ck around with it…

“What?” Jett asked.

“Thank you. For helping me.”

“Beautiful, you don’t know who I am. I’m a bad guy. I just hope whoever hurt you is worse than me.”

“Someone hurt me?”

“You were knocked out. You weren’t drunk. You don’t remember a thing. Makes sense to me. Let’s see if something can jar your memory.”

Jett turned his hand and grabbed Lena by her hand. He guided the way from the bedroom to a hallway.

“Down there is the main part,” Jett said. “We’re avoiding that.”

“Why?” Lena asked.

Jett looked right at her. “You’re not exactly welcome here, beautiful. Sorry to be honest. We have a lot of shit going on around here. In the middle of something like a war. Just sneak out through the back way with me, okay?”

Lena nodded and took mental notes. She felt like a real bitch right now, using Jett to find a way out of the clubhouse. But she had no choice. She needed to escape. She needed… to get help…

“What about the police?” Lena asked.

Jett kept walking and didn’t respond until he opened the back door, letting sunlight flood them.

They were outside and Lena took a deep breath.

“Jett?” she asked.

“Police?” Jett asked. “That’s what you want?”

“I’m not welcome here,” Lena said. “I don’t want anymore trouble. So just take me there. They can help me. With… things…”

Jett stared at her. His eyes were so intense. So deep and dark. So beautiful.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll do that,” Jett said.

He then started to walk again. This time he didn’t hold Lena’s hand. They walked along the side of the building. Lena took all her surroundings in. She wondered if she shouldn’t just make a run for it right now. If she just started to go… keep her legs moving… pumping…

Lena saw the front of the building and the compound, and her idea was suddenly shattered. There were motorcycles everywhere. A few guys were standing around. To the gates it looked like ten more miles. Lena knew if she tried running Jett would catch her in seconds. If he would catch her. She looked at him, noting the look on his face. Lena hated herself for what had happened… the sex was so good and now she was pretending it never happened.

“Getting anything?” Jett asked.

“No,” Lena lied. “Nothing yet.”

“Come over here for a second,” Jett said.

They walked to a railing. There was a ramp next to the railing that went down to a large garage door. The place was a big compound of vehicles, and part,s and supplies. Lena knew that must have been the cover for the MC.