“We’ve got company.”
I lifted my head and listened closely, my spine straightening when the sound of an approaching motorcycle reached my ears.
No. It wasn’t just one motorcycle. It sounded like two, maybe three of them.
My heart was suddenly racing.
As far as I knew, Alejo didn’t have any friends who rode. Andhecertainly didn’t.
But Jed—Jed did.
Jed was also the last person I contacted before I was taken.
Except, it didn’t make any sense that it would be him outside.
He had no reason to look for me, but I felt desperate enough to hope he had.
“Open it,” Rocco demanded.
As one of the men began to roll open the door, I stood to my feet—one bare, one still tucked inside of my remaining stiletto. I saw the beam of approaching headlights, and my breath caught when Alejo’s car came into view. He stopped, and then three men on motorcycles trailed up behind him.
My eyes jumped from man to man, but none of them looked familiar.
The first guy who climbed off his bike was older looking—his long beard, curly mustache, and clean-cut hair a mixture of salt and pepper. More salt than pepper. Though, he didn’t look worse for wear. He was tall and toned. Not as big as Jed, but formidable. He wore a Wild Stallions leather vest and a long-sleeve tee he pulled up over his forearms, both covered in tattoos.
The guy who rode at the front of the pack was the next to dismount. He was tall, too—taller than the older guy—with long, curly hair. He wore a backwards, trucker-style baseball cap, and he, too, was wearing a Wild Stallions vest.
The last guy was a big, intimidating man with a thick, russet beard and overgrown wavy hair to match. His eyes found me first, and he dipped his chin in a subtle nod, as if to signal I was going to be okay.
Even though I didn’t know him, I really wanted to believe him—I just wasn’t sure how.
Alejandro was the last to show himself, one of Rocco’s men dragging him from out of his car.
“Bull, didn’t expect to see you here,” said Rocco, obviously not pleased.
“Yeah. Seems there’s been a bit of a mix-up.”
Rocco shrugged. “I have no business with you. In fact, your being here is interfering with my work. I don’t know what association you have with Alejo, but a little bit of Stallion muscle is not going to make me forget his debt.”
“Didn’t think so,” replied Bull coolly.
I was still trying to figure out what was going on when the rumble of an additional approaching motorcycle drew everyone’s attention behindBulland the others.
The moment I laid eyes on him, I forgot how to breathe for a second, my insides resisting gravity at the mere sight of him.
Jed.
He came for me.
I didn’t know how or why, but he came for me.
He got off his bike and immediately reached inside one of his saddlebags. He pulled out a thick, manilla envelope and a shoe.Myshoe.
I was beside myself with disbelief.
He made his way between his fellow Stallions into the storage unit. When he crossed the threshold, his eyes hit me, and he gave me a proper once over—his gaze traveling up and down the length of me. Satisfied I was still in one piece, he focused his attention on Rocco.
He held out the envelope as he spoke.
