Page 32 of Satan's Naughty List
“You don’t need to end your sentence with ‘over’,” I scoff, watching the darkness envelope us. The lights on our bikes cut through it, but the moon doesn’t do much to help. Crickets damn near chirp as I wait for a response. After a moment, I realize, “over,” I grumble.
“Great! You’re coming up on the joint turn. It might be bumpy, so slow down and fall back a few lengths, over.” My irritation slowly dwindles as the idiot plays astronaut from afar.
Grabbing the clutch, I kick down a gear and decrease the speed. The quiet surrounding us could easily carry the overwhelming purrs from the bikes, so staying back a bit helps keep them from anticipating us.
The ride is long, nearly an hour as we cruise down backroads and plains. I bet it’d be really pretty when the sun is out. If he’s not too haunted by this experience, I might just take him on a ride through here. Hopefully he wouldn’t even remember this area since it’s pitch black.
“It looks like he’s stopped, over,” Robo announces, keys on his keyboard clacking annoyingly. Sucking on my teeth, I slow even more until we’re at a stand-still.
“How do we know when to go?” I ask, flipping my visor and scanning the surrounding area.
“Techy will start walking. He’s under the impression that’s what he’ll need to do anyway.”
“What if they’re still with him when he moves?”
“When has that ever stopped you?” Robo snorts.
“Touche,” I mutter, putting the kickstand down. Several guys follow suit, shutting off their bikes and walking around. After a few minutes, I see movement in the distance. It puts me on edge as I turn back to the phone. The red dot moves slowly, but it’s on the path toward us.
“I wonder if that’s him,” one of the guys asks, squinting to get a better look. Flicking on the headlight, I notice the same clothes Techy was wearing when he was abducted. Without thinking, I take off in his direction. The guys shout after me, but I don’t care.
It’s him. It’s fucking him.
His knees buckle as he drops to the ground, a quiet sob reverberating around the otherwise quiet forest. Snow covers the ground thickly, his body shivering from lack of protection. Dropping to the ground with him, I scoop him into my arms and hold him as close as I possibly can.
“I thought I lost you,” I whisper, tightening my grip on him. His shoulders shake as he cries harder, arms wrapping around me as he uses my chest as a pillow. Not that I mind.
“We’d better get going,” Razor calls, stepping toward us cautiously. “It’s great to have you home, but we need to move. We don’t want to get caught out here if those guys are lingering.”
Techy nods, wiping his nose on my jacket before standing. I lace our fingers together, not even giving him the option to walk without me.
We make it back to the club in one piece, though Techy is shaking like a leaf. I’d given him my jacket before we left, but I think it’s all of the adrenaline from the past couple days. Our wonderful club president bounds out of the doors, snatching Techy up and giving him the biggest hug. She’s not an overly touchy person, so I know this means quite a lot.
“We have a lot of work to do,” Widower states, leading the parade back into the house.
“Can I get an hour or so?” Techy asks quietly. He stops just inside the door, looking around as if he’d never been here before.
“I’m going to take him upstairs,” I tell her, not giving him an option. “Leave your phone so the other guys can work on it.”
“Oh, it’s fine, I can do that-”
“Babe, phone,” I demand, my hand outstretched and waiting. I can see the contemplative look in his eyes before he relents. Digging in his pocket, he holds his phone tightly in his fist. I’m honestly surprised they didn’t smash it or something. Which, we’re going to wipe clean and check for bugs. Even then, it may be too late since none of us thought about it before we left.
Quirking a brow, he finally sighs and slaps it into my hand. A bright smile is one of his rewards, handing it over to Robo as they welcome Techy back.
They surround him tightly, giving him praise and welcoming him back home. The man looks ready to either fritz out or fall asleep. On occasion, his eyes will snap to me for help in which I’ll simply hold my hands in surrender. So far, that’s earned me two death glares.
Looking at my watch, it’s been over thirty minutes. I decide to be a good husband and step in to be his savior.
“Alright, he needs some space,” I command, using my size to shield him away from everyone. “Go assist your president with anything she needs. We’ll be back later.” With that, I lace my husband’s fingers through mine and drag him up the stairs.
I can hear a near-silent sigh of relief as I pull him away from everyone. Knowing him, he was absolutely overwhelmed with the amount of people that were there to greet him. He’s not one for the fanfare, but it’s also good for his self-esteem to see that the club truly does care for him. More than the usual appreciation for keeping their virtual foot-prints clean.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I whisper, throwing my arms around his shoulders and pulling him tightly against me once again. He shakes his head. It’s a decision I can respect, so we stand there in silence. The heavy beat of his heart pumps between us, pulsing against me.
“I love you.” Pinching his chin gently, I tilt his head back. We stare into each other's eyes for a few moments. He’s a true beauty, one that I’m lucky to have come across at such a young age.
He’s absolutely my soulmate.
