The Biker's Love

Chapter Twelve

*******Harper******

I heard the door open a few minutes after I had walked in, I had my face buried in a pillow, not willing to look up. I felt the bed dip and a hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to a muscular chest. "I'm sorry, Smitty." He whispered, kissing my neck softly. "I'm sorry I worried you. I'm sorry I didn't call. I'm sorry I left in the first place. I just needed to clear my head, I needed to think rationally and I can't do that when I'm around you. I was so angry, angry at the man who hurt you, and angry at myself. Had I not been such an ass then you would've called, you wouldn't have been tied up. I'm so sorry, Harper." His voice cracked and I turned my head to look in his potent green eyes.

"I was worried," I whispered, running my finger over his chin.

"I know," he kissed the tip of my finger. "I'm sorry, I should've called."

"Yea, you should've." I gave a small smile as he kissed my palm, something he always does now.

"I have to go call Chapel, but I'll be back." He kissed my lips softly before kissing my head, standing and walking out the door. I let out a deep sigh, hating that it was only past lunch because I was already tired. I stood from the comfy bed and ran water over my face before walking downstairs with the other Old Ladies. I sat at the bar, pulling out my phone as it rang.

"Hey, Avery, what's up?" I bit into an apple.

"Hello, my little whore." I stiffened, the apple dropping to the floor as the familiar raspy voice came through the phone.

"Don't fucking touch her." I growled, my fists clenching. Eva and Philly both stood, looking at me with confusion.

"I don't want to touch her," he chuckled and I cringed. "You ran from me. Why would you do that, sugar?"

"I swear if you do anything to her..." I grabbed my keys, not listening to anyone who tried to stop me. I throat punched a prospect that tried to stop me and climbed in my truck.

"How about we make a trade?" I could practically see the smile in his voice and I heard Avery whimper. "You for her." He inhaled deeply as I started my truck. "She smells good, like cinnamon, of course she doesn't compare to you."

"Where?" Just as I pulled out Pierce and all the others came running out, screaming profanities at me.

"How about where we first met?" I put my phone on speaker, a thousand texts coming in from everyone at the clubhouse. "You remember it, don't you? The coffee shop? It's run down now but it still reminds me of you." I told Pierce exactly where I was going, telling him to not bring any bikes in case he heard them and hurt Avery.

"I'm on my way," I slammed my hands on the steering wheel. "Just don't hurt her."

"I'd hurry, you know how impatient I get, sugar." He chuckled and a scream ripped through the phone, Avery's scream.

"Stop it!" I cursed as I pulled onto the highway.

"Oh, one more thing." His tone turned dork teasing to cold and heartless. "Don't bring your biker friend or they both die." He hung up and I tried to control myself. I wanted to cry but the anger that was swelling inside of me didn't let the tears fall. I was going to save my friend, and I didn't need Pierce to help.

*******Pierce*******

"It was defiantly Venom's Creed, one of the prospects I would assume." Chapel had only started a few minutes ago but it was hard for me to focus on anything but Harper. "I got a few shots off and I think I clipped him, he swerved a few times before speeding off." Just then a prospect came barreling in, my mother shoving him aside.

"She just took off!" She yelled at us like we should know what she was talking about. Another prospect came in, holding his throat. "Harper got a call and took off!"

"What?" Everyone stood from the table, my father walking over to my mother.

"She said that Avery called but then she went pale and stock still. I think that guy that hurt her had Avery. And Harper throat punched the prospect that tried to stop her!" We all took off into a sprint after Harper who was pulling out, talking on the phone.

"Get her on the phone, now!" I hollered as everyone started to call or text her. The prospect who got throat punched was drinking water as he was trying to dial her. My phone buzzed and I opened the text from Harper. The Grind, 4231 West Street Silverton, Nevada. No bikes... "Cody! Prospect! Get the vans!" I texted Slasher the address just as Sniper pulled in on his bike.

"What's going on?" Sniper asked, not getting off his bike.

"Crazy psycho has Harper and her friend. We're headed there now." Slash informed getting into the black SUV. He looked pissed but worry flashed in his eyes.

"You bring it?" I asked and Sniper removed the black blanket from the back to reveal a military grade sniper. He was in a military boy before he was a loyal friend and he didn't get his name for nothing. "Let's go get our girls back."