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He said while grinning. My heart was pounding. He was teasing me. "Fine! Take me home." I rolled my eyes and pouted. He chuckled. We went out and walked towards his motorcycle after Kyle made sure my car was parked correctly. "Wait. You're making me ride in this?" I asked, pointing at his motorcycle. "Well, I didn't use a car princess so yes you'll ride in this. Come on and wear this." He said while handing me his helmet. He rode and started his bike's engine. It was a Ducati Desmosedici D16RR NCR M16 which cost around $235,000. This is one of the most expensive motorcycles in the world. Did he get rich in just a year? I wondered.

Magnus replied tersely. He led me outside and did not look back. We headed straight for the lined-up motorcycles and pressed the button on the keychain. One of the bikes started to sound—a Kawasaki KLX-150, white with a high frame. Alfonso smiled at that moment, seeming to really enjoy it. "Alright, Mikaela, let’s go! It’s a new day for us!" He revved the handgrip of the motorcycle as if he was thrilled by the bike. I quickly hopped on and sat behind him, wrapping my arms tightly around him and spoke. "Ready..." I smiled.

"You have been cooped up inside this concrete compound for days now. I thought you might really need some fresh air to clear your head." He led me out through the back door and into the bright sunlight of the yard, walking toward the long line of shiny motorcycles parked against the wall. His bike was completely unmistakable—it was a massive, heavy black Harley-Davidson motorcycle with bright chrome details that caught the sunlight and a large Iron Reapers skull painted right onto the fuel tank. He reached over, grabbed a black helmet from the handlebars, and handed it to me. Then, he stepped closer and helped me strap it tightly under my chin, his large, tattooed fingers moving with careful

I can’t deny the fact that I trust him more than life itself. He looks up at the sky, and the weather is slowly darkening. “Give me the directions to your place,” he says, getting on the bike. I help Nate get on, placing the oversized helmet on his head. At least he’ll be safe. I get on as well, and the motorcycle roars to life. The wind whips through my hair once more. The motorcycle stops right in front of my house, and I feel my throat close up again. After my car broke down in the desert, I didn’t think I would be making my way back here.

No one is allowed to go there. I grabbed the keys from the wall and found my bike on the far side of the garage, my to-go backpack and got on. This was my baby! A Ducati 749. It was a beast, solid black and powerful. I loved the feel of all that power under me as I raced dangerously through the winding roads of Montana. I had my helmet on and a leather black jacket. I felt free and alive! This is where I felt the most of myself and connected to nature. I passed elk, deer and mountain lions. I saw owls, bats and critters of every kind. This is what I loved most.

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

The end of one road. The beginning of another. Marcus nodded toward the bike. “Go on, baby doll.” My breath caught. My bike. The seat fit beneath me like memory. My hands settled on the grips, and another wave of emotion hit when I realized Marcus had been right. It wasn’t exactly the same. It was better. Jarek stepped forward and handed me the key. The keychain had a tiny dagger on it. Of course it did. I laughed through my tears, wrapped my fingers around the key, and looked down at the motorcycle waiting for me.

Chapter Seven The parking lot was nearly empty, our footsteps echoing against concrete as I followed Adrien through the rain. My feet were bare now, the ruined heels abandoned somewhere on the terrace because I simply couldn't walk in them anymore. The cold pavement bit into my soles with each step, but it was nothing compared to the bone-deep chill that had settled into my body over the past three hours. He stopped beside the motorcycle—a Ducati, it was sleek, black and dangerous-looking. Everything about it screamed speed and power and recklessness and I loved it! He opened the storage compartment and pulled out a helmet, holding it out to me without a word.

He loved that bike more than anything. More than me, apparently. My feet moved before I fully decided, carrying me toward the garage. The door was locked, but I'd watched Kael open it a hundred times. My shaking fingers punched in the code, and the lock clicked open. The motorcycle sat in the center of the space like a sleeping predator. Beautiful and deadly. I threw my leg over it, my hands finding the familiar grips. The keys hung on a hook nearby, because Kael never thought anyone would be stupid enough to steal from an Alpha.