The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 63

***POV - Damion

Guppy winks secretly at me before he slams the door of the van closed. They ve handed me over to two other gang members, looking like Homer-Simpson-twins. I adjust my hands behind my back slightly, making sure the loose ropes don t fall off prematurely and ruin my plan. Turning my head to the right I give the guy my cockiest lopsided grin, the one that makes girls weak in the knees and wet between the legs. Guess it won t have quite the same effect here though.

I watch as the van drives off, and my smile turns slightly sinister. I hope the meeting between the boys and our new allies works as planned.

But for a while, I ll be on my own. I need to distract everybody and play for time so the boys can infiltrate the house secretly.

"So do you guys watch Vampire Diaries?" I try my luck.

THUD!

Homer-on-the-left s palm connects with the back of my head! Now I know how Harry and Ron felt in Snape's class. The once impressive door is cracked and weathered by exposure, the surface slimy, covered by moss and other fungi. I come here every year on my sister s birthday and put some flowers on the place she died. And every time I notice the decay taking over more and more.

"You won t be cocky for long, Mack." The moron fists his partner on his upper arm and both laugh as if they know something I don t. Well, I got a surprise for them, I know something they don t.

I ve used Guppy s phone to call my father and my backup team will now meet with my new friends, learning all about what Harry s planning and how many guards might be in the house, giving us a great advantage. By getting those three on our side I ve also eliminated Garcia s hitmen, so he and Uncle John will have a greater chance of getting out intact.

"Yeh, Darren is going to push his plonker into that skank and make you watch. Little ice-queen is going to get it good." He shits his mouth off and I didn t know that it was possible to muster up such self-control. My nails digging into my palms are the only indication of my not so calm interior.

"Hope we can also get some action." Rightside-Homer interrupts, pushing my nails even more into my flesh, but I stay in control.

"I ve been hard all day, I need a good shag." Pushing his hand against the front of his pants he pulls me into another dimly lit room. I quickly scan my surroundings, and then my heart stops for mere seconds. I notice her tied against a pillar as if it s the only thing keeping her from falling onto the floor – her arms pulled back in an awkward-uncomfortable position.

"Fuckin-shit, she s hot," escapes from one of the Homer s lips and I can hear the hungry lust in his voice. I close my eyes and breath in deep, then out again. And I pray for calmness, strength, miracles, and all the help I can get. She standing dressed in that violet lacy underwear, partly covered by her torn blouse, her pants in a puddle at her feet. Some part of me feels like it s dying, seeing her like that, all exposed and vulnerable and I bite my already raw cheek.

She looks up and it feels like an electric shock jabbing through me when our eyes meet. I hide the storm in me, pulling myself together with every little bit of self-preservation I still have left, and try to reassure her that everything is going to be fine, that she s safe now, that I m here. She returns my ghostly smile.

She looks like hell, tired and cold, her pale face is swollen and bruised, some dried blood around the corner of her mouth, but still she s the most beautiful creature I ve ever seen. That fucking bastard is dead. They re all dead. Deep breath in, and slowly out.

"Hey, angel." My voice manages to somehow hide the torment burning inside me, sounding cocky and arrogant.

"Good, you re here." I turn to the sound of the voice. For a moment I lost myself and move forward, but the Homer-twins keep me grounded by holding my arms. That fucking piece of shit! I should have known, the voice on the phone … I try to cover my surprise by giving him a demonic smirk, my eyes the opposite of friendly. He opens his mouth but gets interrupted by the one Homer.

"Darren, we also want a go on that bitch when you re finished with her." This guy on my left is now really starting to pound into my reserves as he pouts while looking with hungry eyes at my almost naked girlfriend.

Darren answers the goon with a deadly glare that clearly says shut-up-if-you-want-to-keep-breathing. I know the look cause it s the same one I have on my face.

"Do you think I ll share the woman I love with you, moron?!"

"Love," Mel suddenly giggles, "don t make me laugh, Ren. You don t have a freaking clue what love is!"

"I know I love you," he says pushing her hair from her face.

"You don t love me, you re obsessed with me – great difference. If you truly loved me, I wouldn t be hanging here like this, and you would never hurt me." She s looking him straight in the eyes. His face goes white and I can see a vein throbbing in his neck. She s hit a nerve, pun intended.

He turns away and walks up and down a few times while everybody watches in silence as if waiting to see if he s changed his mind or not. Then he stops and looks at me, and the hate in his eyes tells me – NOT. I have to keep his attention on me and away from Mel.

"Ah, Ren, didn t I tell you I m going to kill you if you come close to Mel again?"

"Funny, biker-boy, I said the same thing to you. And still, here you are, just looking for pain and torture." Did I mention just how much I hate this guy? But I need to stay in control, that s the only way I m getting both me and Mel out of this alive.

"What can I say, I like living on the edge." I know what s coming, waiting for the impact I harden my abdominal muscles and intentionally put a smirky grin on my face, taunting him even more. He punches me, but he hits like a fucking girl, increasing my smile from ear to ear. It seems easy enough to get under his skin, and all I have to do is play for time until the boys get here.

"My dad went to meet with Garcia, so we have loads of time, enough for me to break that little angel in." Darren gives me a bughouse smile, slowly backing up to Mel, his eyes telling me that he s won the war and all that s left is to plant the flag of victory. But what he doesn t know is that the war hasn t even started yet.

"Are you getting wet for me baby?" He doesn t take his eyes off me, the triumphant look of a dead-man-walking.

A feral growl roars from the back of my throat when he slides his fingers under her panty, his other hand holding her chin, forcing her to look at him. He moves his head down and starts kissing her.

I bite on my jaw and look away for a moment, my heart getting liquidized by the monster gripping it. But I need to stay in control just a little longer.

Fuck, dying must mean losing your mind, or is this the flashing of your life before your eyes part? Whatever it is, it s weird … like hell-of-a weird.

"Need some help little brother?" Alejandro appears right behind a surprised Darren, grabbing his head between his strong arms, squeezing until the struggling bastard falls lifeless to the ground. The fear that was slowly snaking up my spine unexpectantly ceases to exist and instead calmness cloak me dispersing the coldness. I get up, struggling through the compressing pain in my chest, and make my way over to Mel, still hanging in the same position.

I lift her while Alejandro cuts the ropes, freeing her broken naked body. I see my worry mirrored back at me in my brother s eyes as I pick up the limp figure bridal style, her head leaning against my chest. Tears well into my eyes and I pray, pleading for her to be ok, willing to take her place.

BANG!!!

Alejandro grabs onto his leg as if in slow motion, shock on his face as he looks at the blood staining his hand. Then he looks back up and towards where Homer-on-the-left is standing with a gun aiming straight at us, smoke curling from the barrel.

Shit, I can t do anything with Mel in my arms and instinctively I just turn my back on him to shelter Mel from the danger. I know I m probably going to die, or at least it s going to hurt like shit if he shoots into the back of my vest, but at this moment it doesn t matter as long as Mel is safe. I hear the sound of the gun going off, and I m pretty sure I hear the bullet rushing towards me. I close my eyes and wait for the impact and for the last time I put my lips on Mel s, saying my goodbye.

"Little bro, now is not the time for romance." I can hear the laughter in my best friend s voice and slowly turn around. Logan is standing behind the guy, one hand gripping the man s twisted arm behind his back, the other hand pointing the gun at his neck. What the fuck just happened? My mouth is open but I can t seem to get any words out.

Being at this point where he is, thinking your time has come, questions flashing before your eyes, I try to help the dude out. "Chickens don t pee, they just coat their feces with uric acid."

Both Logan and my bro look at me as if I m a deranged, demented imbecile. A mad person. Lunatic.

"Great, my little brother lost his mind." Alejandro then punches Homer in the face before Logan walks him towards the exit. Clinging to Mel as if my whole being depends on her, I rush her outside where it s now a madhouse of activity.

Police, ambulances, security, and who knows what else running around. I take in the chaos, seeing Garcia s men gathering all the guys from the house and forcing them into a van. Dad is holding onto Luke while getting into an ambulance with Alejandro and Kiara.

Guppy, Trash, and Hitler are talking to Garcia. I give Guppy a thumbs-up and then the paramedics take Mel from me and put her on a gurney. Ilkay gets into the ambulance with us, the doors close and the ambulance speeds off. I watch as Ilkay tries to stabilize Mel.

I can t watch the life draining from her face. I can t stand the pain creeping into my heart. I definitely can t keep the fear from stirring up a riot in my soul. But I can pray.

'They say before you start a war, you better know what you re fighting for …

The lyrics of the song play into my mind – and I know exactly what I m fighting for.