The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 30

***POV - Melaena

"MEL!" Kiara grabs me into a bear-collapsing hug as soon as my feet cross the threshold and she s not letting go. "Never do that to me again, bitch."

I smile and try to wiggle out of her arms cause I swear she s restricting the blood flow to my lower regions.

"What happened to those weak arms of yours?" She immediately drops her hands and glares at me.

"Gmf, making jokes at a time like this. It was a one-night weakness, ok. Only happens whenever I need an ANNOYING guy s help." We both burst out in laughter leaving Jackson with a WTF expression saying "I don t even want to know."

"Ok, go get out of those bloody clothes, whatever they are." She wiggles her fingers at me and pulls her face as if she s Valentina and I just crashed her stage with a Prado outfit.

"Yeh, why are you re wearing Damion s clothes?" Jackson looks at me with his suspicious face. Damn.

"I was cold, don t read too much into it." I don t need Jackson, of all people, on my case … especially not on my Damion case.

Lucky for me, he seems preoccupied with his own mind and drops himself onto the couch and switches on the TV. I take it as my cue to disappear to my room and I hear him saying something to Kiara about getting food before I close my bedroom door.

I run some warm water into the tub, cause a shower is out if I don t want to get those stitches wet as the doctor ordered. I pour some of my lavender-flavored foam into the bath and sink into the bubbles, closing my eyes. I wonder if Damion and Logan are already on the plane.

Just then my ringtone breaks my mind-running and upon seeing the caller-id I feel my guts pull into a knot. How does he do that?

"Hello," It s not Harry or D … but a whole other type of danger. I answer the video call, trying to hold the phone so he can only see my face. I don t want him to know I m naked in the bath.

"Hi angel, just wanted to hear if you re ok. I m so sorry." The worried sound in his voice rolls over me sending shivers to every inch of my body and turning my mind to mooch. His hair is all messy and he has a strange look in his eyes.

"Uh, yeah, got some stitches." I turn my head so he can see the bandage better.

"I should have never left," his voice changes, and he sweeps his hand over his face, his knuckles are bruised and bloody. Before I can ask about it a male voice shouts in the background.

"I swear you re mad? You need that hand to race! And you almost knocked a hole in the bloody plane!" I know the guy did something crazy like usual.

"I m coming back as soon as the plane lands," he says, still sounding strange. To say I m flabbergasted by this is an understatement. Why would he miss a race just because I got some stitches? This boy is weirder than my brothers, that s for sure.

"Damion, I m fine … really. And my brothers are watching over me like hawks. Go win that race for me." I look into his eyes, hoping my pep talk would calm him down and change his mind. He gives a big sigh.

"You sure you re fine?"

"Yes." I shake my head too eagerly and almost drop my phone in the process, managing to catch it before it lands in the water – again.

"MEL, are you … what are you doing?" I can hear the smile in his voice and I face-slap myself. He must have seen the water and bubbles on the video. His mood changed like flipping a coin and it rattles me unexpectedly. He knows I m naked.

"I m getting wet … I mean I am wet … " Did I seriously just say that? I take a deep breath.

"I m wet … playing … LAYING …" What s wrong with me? Maybe the hit to my head is worse than I thought. I roll my eyes, there s no recovering from that one, best just to move on as if it didn t happen. But the sound of his laughter tells me that he s not going to just move on.

"Ug, I m laying in the bath." I make sure to say it right.

"Is that so? So are you thinking of me while you re play … eh laying in the bath? Now I m coming back for sure." His voice is super husky, his eyes brilliant green, and now I am actually wet and it s not from the bathwater.

"I m not playing with … never mind… " I bite my lower lip, my feelings a whirlpool. His laughs fade away and he has a wild gaze that discomposes me.

I m starting to wonder what could possibly be worse than the devil, cause that s what Damion is. I m sure he can teach satan a thing or two. He can for sure teach me a thing or two, even three or five, all with my legs open wide. Flip, I m so …. what s another word for fucked? But is it so bad that I want him to do that?

Damion will make a fortune writing books like Cockyness 101 or Getting laid for dummies. No, wait, The smile that drops panties.

"Sorry, the what?" He chuckles softly and I curse my freaking mouth for saying everything my mind musters up out loud.

"Nothing, just a book … I … ug." Ship. Stupid, Mel. My mind races to find an epic comeback, but all I can see are those little fireflies dancing in his eyes. Boy, he for sure has me drugged, even over the phone.

"Sounds like a must-read." He laughs again and I just shake my head. He looks away and then talks as if he s in a hurry.

"I m glad you re ok. Maybe I ll take you on a real date when I get back. I have to go, Logan s coming. Bye, my angel. See you soon."

"Uh, wait hold on …. what?" But he dropped the line already and I can just stare at the phone. Shoot, a date with Damion. That can t be good.

When I eventually drag my sorry ass out of the bath, Kiara is sitting on my bed in her pj s with some burgers and chips.

"The boys are playing a game and they re staying over." She gestures with her head in the direction of my door.

"Boys?"

"Enrique showed up with food for an army." She motions with her eyes to show that she s also thinking that they re overdoing the whole protection thing, but that s how they ve been our whole lives.

My brothers (and Axel) always protected me and Kiara even if we didn t want or needed them to. Sometimes we used it to our advantage, but mostly it was just embarrassing and annoying.

"You remember the time when we were like 8 and they came to Jason s party and attacked the clown," I say while getting dressed and Kiara laughs so hard she almost falls off the bed.

"OMG, the poor thing was never the same again. He screamed like a sheep being slaughtered when Jackson tried to push him down the drainpipe."

"And that so crashed our social vibe. It took months for us to get invited to anything again." We both have tears streaming down our cheeks, "and all they could say is that it was Pennywise, and you can t trust a damn clown." I grit out between bursts of laughter, "and my mom was so pissed, she grounded them for a month."

"You know they are totally dysfunctional, but I must admit it was one ugly clown."

I take a big bite of my burger, I didn t even realize how hungry I am.

"So, tell me about the maniac," Kiara says.

"Ug, he s around Uncle John s age and has a lot of scars, like all over his body," I start, and then I tell her between bites that Harry wants revenge and that he didn t kill my mother.

"You know, it s as if I ve seen him before. I just can t place it." I bite half of a french-fry.

Then something strikes me and I drop the fry in my hand, before running out the door, pulling a stunned Kiara with me.

"Hey, guys!" My brothers all look at us storming into the room. Ilkay must have just finished his shift.

"Can I use one of you for a moment?" I ask in my sweetest voice. Their eyes pull up into question marks, and they don t look too eager to participate in anything I have planned.

Ok, so over the years my experiments didn t exactly always work out as expected, and usually, they ended up in the ER with Doc Barney.

"Let s finish our game boys," Enrique says switching channels on the TV, stopping at the news channel when Damion and Logan appear on the screen.

"Look, it s our boys," he shouts and puts the sound up. I watch the scene on the screen.

'MotoGP champion, Damion Grimm, was spotted at Leonardo da Vinci - Fiumicino airport in Rome tonight with his best friend, San Francisco 49ers quarterback, Logan Blackburn. A reliable source working at the airport said that Damion s requested to schedule an immediate return flight for his private plane has been denied due to bad weather. We asked his agent for some more information.

Dean s face appears on the screen, a horde of microphones stuffed under his nose.

Dean looks up as if he needs extra courage before he addresses the crowd.

'Some urgent family issues arose while we were flying here and Damion is worried and decided to rather fly back to support the people he loves. Dean walks back to where Damion and Logan are waiting patiently between some bodyguards. Damion looks pissed.

'There you have it, something so important happened back home that Damion is willing to miss a race to tend to it. And it seems that the bad-boy is really mad, punching his fist through a wooden division on the plane.

They zoom in on Damion s bandaged up hand as the group starts walking towards the entrance of the airport, all of them looking like they want to murder someone.

'We ve been informed that Melaena Blackburn has been injured in a home invasion and now the question everybody wonders about is whether this could be the reason Damion wants to return so badly?

I stare at the TV as if it s something from outer space, my jaw drops to the ground. WHAT THE FUDGE!

Kiara pats my head in a trans, like you would a puppy dog, her eyes also glued to the screen. Even my brothers seem to be frozen in time and thrown off balance.

Damion kicks a trashcan, definitely saying some big, inappropriate words while doing it. Logan puts his hand on his shoulder and tries to pull him away from the crowd. One of the bodyguards picks up the unfortunate trashcan and place it in its rightful spot.

'Is Melaena the reason you want to go back home? Are you a couple?

I watch as reporters push microphones towards Damion, waiting for an answer.

'My sister got injured and we are worried about her, so we want to go back to see her but there s no reason to pull things out of proportion. Logan answers instead. Then Dean pushes them forward and they get into a waiting car.

'There you have it, folks, like expected Melaena is the reason for the state Damion Grimm is in, giving hope to the millions of people shipping them under #Damena.

Chloe appears on the arm of an elderly guy behind the boys looking like the cat that ate the cream, until the crowd starts chanting 'Damena! Damena! Damena!'

'The fans are obviously not happy that Chloe Bear is part of the entourage. Was she invited, or did she squeeze herself in by using her father s sponsorship? Who in truth holds the demon rider s heart?'

Chloe's smirk disappears like mist in the sun and turns upside down instead. She gets into a car with the man, whom I assume is her father. What is she doing there?

But what truly hurts is the fact that Damion kissed me just a few hours ago, knowing pretty well that Chloe would accompany him to Rome.

"Damena … sounds like some kind of virus or a breed of cows." Jackson is the first to provides his opinion.

I get up and storm to my room, feeling green.

"I ve not forgotten my purple bruised balls, sister, nor the fact that my sperm ended up in my abdomen," Enrique shouts and I stop halfway to my room, turning back to state my case.

"It was a necessary sacrifice. All in the name of …. " His evil laugh stops me mid-sentence knowing Enrique will come back with some wicked revenge.

Ug, I m getting it either way, and it s going to be bad. But whatever he does to me can never make me feel worse than I m feeling right now. I was right about Damion Grimm all along, he doesn t have a heart and he s playing with mine.