The Biker King's Bride

Vivienne’s POV

Moans filled my ears, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get rid of it. I pressed my eyes shut, but all it did was amplify the nightmare I was already having. 

“Does that hurt, baby?” Grant’s words filled my ears. With each thrust inside her, I felt my world crumble around me. “Tell me you like it. Tell me you like my cock.”

“Yes.” She moaned, her sultry voice hitting the mirrored ceilings in our room. A thin line of sweat covered her forehead, and if the way her eyes rolled to the back meant anything, it was the fact that she was enjoying herself. A little too much if you asked me. “Yes baby. Fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good.”

“You're definitely tighter than my wife, Vee.” Grant's words had slapped me in the face. “Fuck, I'd choose you over her anytime any day.” 

I wasn't sure which hurt most, the fact that my presence did nothing to stop my husband from cheating on me, or the fact that he had gone ahead to rub it in my face. 

“Just look at her.” Grant had sneered when I walked in on them, him butt naked and ramming into the lady from behind. “And look at you. You're old and wrinkled, no one would want you, especially not me.” 

Grant hadn't just cheated on me, he'd broken every bit of me too. 

“Focus on me, Grant.” Laila purred, rubbing her butt against my husband’s erection. She was one of his newest employees and I knew I should have questioned how she became his personal assistant in less than two weeks. “I need you.”

Did I mention she was half my age too? 

I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell at the top of my voice, but what was that going to change? If they could keep going, and in my presence too, I wasn't sure anything could deter them from fucking each other's brains out. 

My gaze darted to the vase standing pretty on one of the tables in the hallway. For a split second, I debated slamming it at the back of his head. My fingers had barely grazed the side of the vase when….

“Hey!” Someone yelled beside me, pulling me sharp out of my daydream. I blinked twice, willing myself to adjust to my immediate environment. Once my vision cleared out, I jerked back in fear at the angry man staring at me. “Are you blind! Fucking watch where you're going, missy!” 

“I'm sorry.” I stuttered. “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…”

He was gone before I could complete the rest of my sentence. Apparently, I'd bumped into him and almost pushed him onto the busy road. 

I didn't mean it, I was just lost in thought. 

I sighed, ignoring the pang in my chest. It'd been days since I walked in on Grant cheating on me, but apparently 168 hours wasn't enough to scrub my mind clean of the memory. 

I moved out that very day, and my life had been nothing short of a living hell. Grant must have figured my next move, because he froze all of my bank accounts. 

Not only was I heartbroken, I was broke. 

Devastatingly broke. 

My grip on my purse tightened as I rounded the corner. The sun was already setting, and it was going to be dark soon. I hadn't been living in this area for long, but I just knew staying out late would only spell out trouble for me. 

I already had a lot on my plate, and the last thing I needed was a mugging, or worse, being stabbed by a thief. 

As I walked down the visibly lonely walkway, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being followed. It had started four days ago actually. 

I was glad I'd found a run down motel at a steal, what I didn't know was that I'd just signed off my own death warrant. 

It'd started off as small signs. A shadow outside my motel room, an almost static phone call whispering just my name and in the middle of the night. 

They were small signs I could shake off, until they weren't. Slowly, they became more gruesome and more deliberate. Dead rats at my doorstep, my tires being slashed. Cryptic messages left for just me and in the most random places too. Strange faces staring at me and…..

A twig breaking off in the distance was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. I snuck a glance behind me, and wish I didn't. 

Two huge men trailed behind me, a dangerous fire in their eyes. Just next to them and on the road, was a black truck that rolled slowly against the pavement. 

I wasn't a kid that needed to be told what was happening. I was being followed, and right now, I just might have gotten myself into trouble.

“Shit.” I muttered undernrath my breath, before pushing faster. As I picked up my pace, I didn't miss the men inching closer. 

Who were these people? Did Grant send them? How did they find me and….

The sound of boots pounding behind me was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. I didn't need to turn to realize they were running towards me now, and catching up with me too. 

My lungs burned as I sprinted down the road, but I didn't stop. The faster I ran, the more I felt like they were catching up. 

I needed help. Fast. I needed to get away too. 

Just when I was about to give up all hope, something caught my eye. 

It was a police vehicle, just tucked into one of the roads leading to another street. I heaved a sigh of relief when I realized it wasn't empty, but just as the relief came, it disappeared twice as fast. 

I locked eyes with the officer, but just one second was all it took to throw me off. He stared at me with hollow eyes, recognition flashing in them. Just when I thought he was going to act in my favor, he did the unthinkable. 

He started the vehicle, before driving into the distance. 

Oh God no. 

“Where the hell do you think you're going?” Rough and calloused hands grabbed me by the shoulder, before a voice snarled in my ear. “We're not quite finished with you yet.”

I tried to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. My heart dropped to my feet as the truck rounded the corner. 

Two more men jumped out, before walking towards me. Panic clawed at my throat and I stared at them with wide eyes. 

“Please.” I muttered. “let me go. I didn't do anything.”

“That's not what our boss says.” One of them sneered. He pulled out a pocket knife, and I felt every drop off blood seep out the pores in my body. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson not to eavesdrop.”

Eavesdrop? What were they talking about? I didn't….

My eyes widened as realization flooded through me. All of a sudden my mind flashed back to that room I'd stumbled into at the party. I didn't know….

“Kill her.” I froze at the command. “And make it quick. We don't have much time.” 

“Please.” I wiggled, but their grip was just too tight. I bucked wildly, my heels slamming into his shin. He cursed as his grip tightened. I wanted nothing more than to break away from him, but the more I did that, the more the knife drew close.

“Please, you don't have….” A sharp pain shot through my neck as it tore into a layer of skin. Dread pooled at the bottom of my stomach as I felt a trickle of blood run down my neck. 

“Five against one? That's cute .” Another voice broke through our gathering. “But if you're going to be cowards, at least be quiet about it.” 

The shocked expression on their faces was all the evidence I needed to know the stranger wasn't a part of them. The leader stiffened, his grip on the knife faltering. One of them cursed under his breath. 

Whoever this man was, he wasn't just a stranger. He was a problem, and I didn't mind the distraction.