Chapter 6

~death~

I knew this was a bad idea. Why did I agree to watch over the prez's sister? Oh right, because I'm the only one good enough for the job.

As I exited the prez's office, I inwardly cursed my predicament. How in the hell was I going to protect her when all I wanted to do was take her over my lap and spank that juicy ass?

Shaking my head to clear my wayward thoughts, I made my way downstairs and saw her talking to Drifter.

"Vick, we need to talk," I said gruffly.

I watched as her eyes held a mix of trepidation while she made her way toward me. I couldn't help but check her out. She was stunning, and that only made my job harder.

"What's going on?" she asked, her voice steady despite the worry in her eyes.

"Your brother wants me to protect you," I said bluntly. "Things are going to get rough, and I need you to follow my lead. No arguments."

She nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation. I felt a flicker of relief as she nodded to my words.

"Do you need anything?" I asked her.

She nodded shyly. "Just a few items."

With that, I turned and headed upstairs for my keys. When I came back down, she was still standing there, waiting for me.

"Let's go," I said, leading the way outside.

We walked to my bike and she stared at it dumbstruck.

"Hop on"

I got on the bike, and she climbed on behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist.

I groaned at the contact, "This was going to be one long ass ride".

"Hold on tight," I instructed before starting the engine.

We rode through town until we reached the boutique. As I shut off the engine, I looked around to make sure the coast was clear before helping her off the bike.

"Go inside and get what you need. I'll be right here," I told her.

She nodded and went into the store. I stood by my bike, keeping a watchful eye on our surroundings. This was a risky trip, but it had to be done. I just hoped we could get through it without shit hitting the fan.

I leaned on my bike, scanning the area but also keeping a watchful eye on her. I couldn't help but admire her from a distance—her beautiful smile as she talked to the sales clerk, her red hair blowing in the wind, and her captivating hazel eyes. She was perfection.

When she glanced my way, I quickly averted my eyes, pretending to focus on something else.

Then I heard the door open, followed by a loud bang and screams. Instinctively, I reached for my weapon, my heart pounding.

I rushed toward the entrance, my gun drawn. "Get down!" I shouted, spotting her wide-eyed with fear.

Without thinking, I grabbed her and pulled her to the ground, shielding her with my body as bullets shattered the boutique's glass windows.

"Stay low and don't move," I commanded, firing back at the attackers.

As the gunfire died down and I heard the deafening screech of tires, I knew we had only moments to get out of there before the cops arrived.

"Get on my bike, now!" I shouted.

She scrambled to her feet, and we hurried to my bike. I helped her on, then jumped on in front of her, revving the engine to life.

We peeled away from the store, leaving the shattered glass and chaos behind. My heart raced as we sped through the streets, but I couldn't let my guard down. She clung to me tightly, and I could feel her trembling against my back.

"We'll be safe soon," I shouted over the roar of the engine, pushing the bike to its limits.

Just as we pulled up to the clubhouse, she dismounted, grabbed her bag, and quickly ran inside.

The prez came out, his expression serious. "What happened?" he asked bluntly.

"Ambush at the boutique," I replied, still on edge. "Had to get her out before the cops showed up."

His eyes narrowed. "Is she okay?"

I nodded. "Shaken, but unharmed."

He glanced toward the clubhouse door, then back at me. "Good. We need to tighten security. I don't want this happening again."

"Understood," I said as I made my way inside.