I veered off into the bushes.
“Go away!”
His engine revved behind me, and with one big arm, Abraham swept me onto the front of his motorcycle between his thighs.
Instinctively, I grabbed for his other arm to hold on and he popped a helmet over my head.
‘’What do you think you’re doing?” I sputtered.
“Tell me to stop if you really want,” Abraham growled in my ear as he spun the hog around and gravel spattered under the tires.
“You can’t even hear me!” I tried to shriek, but my curly hair was all stuffed in my mouth.
And that was probably what he was expecting, I seethed, as we blazed through the dark streets heading back to Legends Clubhouse.
I tried not to touch him, but it was impossible when I was basically in his lap.
When we got back to Legends, Abraham pulled off my helmet, his eyes boring into mine, deep dark circles under them.
“Where have youbeen? I have been looking everywhere for you.”
“I thought you said you were mostly law-abiding! You basically kidnapped me,” I said sourly.
“I wanted to make sure you were ok.”
“I’m fine,” I said. “You can take me back now.”
Up close, the change in him was even more pronounced. The lines in his face seemed deeper, his weight loss more pronounced. But it was none ofmybusiness. It was no longermyministry to give him homemade bone broth.
His hollow eyes were still searching my face. Like he was looking for something that wasn’t there anymore.
“I’m not taking you back.”
“Why did you even kidnap me in the first place?”
“How did you think I fucking felt not knowing where you were? I didn’t know if something had happened to you. Why the hell would you ever leave without letting me know you’re safe?”
“Why would you care if a wet hole is safe or not?” I shot back. “Since apparently that’s all you care about.”
Abraham’s face seemed to crater in on itself.
“Polly, I didn’t mean that. Please let me make it right.”
“Why should I?”
“Please, Polly. Please.”
I said nothing.
He looked likehell.
“In fact, I have some feelings to tell you.”
I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest. “You have some feelings to share, Bonemangler? Let’s hear them.”
CHAPTER 18
Abraham