Amber's black crop top that's supposed to be tight fitting is awkwardly baggy on me and not even a crop top. Although when I raise my hands my tummy shows, but that won't be happening, especially since I don't have a toned or even flat tummy. What can I say? I love snacking and I refuse to give it up.

I'm young, I can.

Her torn up jeans literally fall off my hips but I'm lucky enough to find a belt to hold them up. All in all, I look like an awkward teen who doesn't know her proper clothing size. I'm not complaining though since I ran out of clothes and had to rummage through Amber's spares she keeps at home.

Dad waits for me on his roaring bike. He's mad at me for going but it was either take me there or I'd walk. I skip down the steps pulling my shirt down just to make sure no belly shows. My backpack full of art supplies keeps causing it to ride up, and no, I never go anywhere without my stash of materials.

He hands me a helmet which I snap on my wet damp hair and then slide behind him. As soon as my arms wrap around him, he's off and boy is riding a bike fun. The wind howls all around me and I sit up straighter loving the freedom and thrill.

We ride until we hit a dirt road and I hold on tighter as the smooth ride becomes maliciously bumpy. I see glimpses of the racetrack peeking behind the tall trees. We pull into a very loud and massive racetrack. The massive Salvation Speedway sign stands tall and proud. The same eagle that is splayed on the cuts is arching its wings around the sign.

Loud music blares from cars with their trunks popped open, showcasing their engines and I feel like I stepped into a Fast and the Furious movie. There are neon lights and hordes of people strutting their stuff and girls looking at all the cars in sleazy outfits, acting fascinated as the men puff up with pride.

The place is jammed pack and Dad parks his bike next to everyone from the Salvation's and I only know that because of the cuts they're all wearing. Plus, I see Archie. He isn't hard to pick out.

Getting off and removing the helmet I ask, "Where's the ticket booth?"

Dad laughs. "You don't pay. Only nonmembers pay."

I cock a brow. "I thought I wasn't a part of your little club?"

He gets off his bike and stores the helmet away. "You're not but you're family."

Looking around I don't see Adonis or any of the younger guys, just all the fifty and older ones with I'm guessing their old ladies.

"Queenie!" Dad shouts as he ushers me over to the tall woman standing next to Archie. "I'd like you to meet my daughter Georgie."

A woman with a large smile that goes all the way to those wrinkles at the corner of her eyes, comes over. She has thick black wool like hair and matching eyes. Her smile is contagious and I find myself easily giving one back and shaking her outstretched hand. "Nice to finally meet you, Georgie. Name's Queenie."

"Nice to meet you too," I say.

She wears a Salvation Jacket and I can tell she's a person of authority in the club and with how Archie comes up and wraps his arms around her tells me she's his old lady.

Archie cocks a brow at me. "Surprised to see you here, Georgie."

"Dad couldn't keep me away," I say with a dramatic shrug. "Where is everyone?"

"Getting ready. If you go straight and turn left at the concession stand you'll find them," he answers.

"Thanks."

Dad isn't happy but as much as I can be around Adonis to make sure nothing is said the safer I'll feel about my secret not coming out.

Leaving them, Queenie consoles my dad. "She'll be okay. We should probably head out. One of the guys will give her a ride back."

I follow Archie's directions and maneuver through the crowd. Standing on my tiptoes, I spot Adonis is a little ways from his car and the group which seems to consist of Nova, Ducky, Nails and Dana with other club members and girls hanging around them chatting.

He walks through the crowd and I swear every girl in the female population stares at him with their googly eyes. They congregate around him some shyly while others are more... forward.

I couldn't blame them either, he's enticing to look at with his sexy brooding and odd charm, along with the scar that adds to his allure. He makes it so easy to want to give in to the temptation, like he's the devil himself holding that red mouth-watering apple.

Stop admiring!

He must've showered before he came cause his golden hair is darker from being damp and styled in a neater comb over. His black shirt is snug showing ever intricate muscle in the most glorious way and I find myself wanting to see him with his shirt off. Can't help but wonder what other kind of tattoos he has hidden.

Dang it, get a hold of yourself!

His weathered vest sits on his back with pride and I get the feeling that he's like a beast waiting to be unchained with how he moves. Alert, powerful but always smooth.

I notice Adonis is the only one not really showcasing his beauty like the rest. Women in ridiculously short shorts and crop tops start clinging onto him and his glorious biceps like superglue. He doesn't even care and continues being laid-back about every contact. Something in me snaps and not in a good way.

Dear Lord.

I need to get a hold of these hormones and soon or else I'm done for. I pick up the pace and soon find myself trailing after him. I'm having a hard time catching up to him since his strides are much larger than mine.

He finally stops when he reaches everyone with all those girls in tow. As I fast walk into the circle of people I barely know, I start babbling. "So, I'm thinking once I get my license I want to find an old vintage truck and paint it bright orange."

Gaining the group's attention, Ducky laughs and seems highly entertained. "Where on earth did you come from."

Dana leans on him, sizing me up. I smile and nonchalantly raise my palms in the air. "I teleported."

A heavy arm perches itself at the top of my head and I look up to see Nova texting away. "Sorry, Mini Muffin but you're the perfect size to rest my arm.

"What? You're tired from texting so much? How weak are you?"

That glorious laugh booms and I finally look at Adonis. His granite jaw carves into a lopsided grin that seems like it was created just for my undoing.

Shrugging off the girls he slowly advances toward me. The chain connected to his jeans hits the outside of his big powerful thigh. Each clinging sound the chain makes against his thigh heightens my reaction to him. His biker boots dig into the earth and his eyes burn with something playful yet wicked.

My mind starts shaking inside my head like a baby rattle.

I feel it.

An intense need I have never felt before to paint this man and I've had crazy intense painting sessions, but nothing hit me like this. It's so strong and consuming that my body literally aches.

It's not one of my black outs, but something much more electrifying. Something I desperately want to create. I need to paint the way I see him, which is a mystery to me and will be until a cloaked blue finger touches a canvas.

The stretch and pull of his muscles play with each other as he waves Nova off me and I pout. "He was keeping my head warm. My hair's still not fully dry," I say as I touch the top which is still damp while the ends are pretty much dry from the ride.

Amusement dances in his teasing eyes. The monster of a man takes his time coming up with what he's about to say to the pathetic little fur ball he picked up off the street.

AKA

Me.

I'm on the edge of my seat. It's been a long time since I've had so much fun doing something other than painting. I'm practically bouncing on my toes... no wait I am.

He grabs the end of a curl, but then digs his hand at the top of my head shaking it all over. "There, all dry now."

The scandalously dressed women all glare at me.

Hey! It's not like he jumped my bones you ninnies.

Ducky busts out laughing. "Yeah, she's my new fav. Sorry, D."

Every woman within a ten feet radius wants to kill me.

Ha! Now I see why his nickname is Adonis. These women want to tear me into pieces, no matter what kind of attention I'm getting from him.

He walks behind me while simultaneously sliding his hand behind my neck. "Nova and Nails keep a good eye on this one. I have a feeling she'll be causing trouble if you don't."

I childishly stick my tongue out at him as Ducky booms out. "What about me?"

"You stay away." Adonis points and turns, leaving.

"That's not fair, you know. Why are you the one who gets to tease and touch." Ducky bellows out with amusement.

Adonis doesn't answer and keeps walking away. Turning to the others, I'm about to start babbling again until I see the concession stand. "Oh my god, they have cheese dogs! Be right back!"

I sprint away and order my dog and wait for it on excited toes. A guy hands me my cheese dog and as I'm about to take a huge bite an angry shout stops me. Looking back at the group, Dana is in the arms of some guy. His vest is different. It has a demon on the back with its mouth stitched shut and underneath it I read, The Silencers.

The guys are all on their feet and there seems to be a face off between them and this other group. No one is moving as Dana hits the guy repeatedly screaming at him to let her go.

I slowly start to walk over as Nova calmly yet angrily tells the guy to let her go. "I'm warning you Dallas. You're on our turf."

The guy scoffs. "Yeah, and she's my girl."

Dana spits at him and tries to shove him away. "Ex after you betrayed the club."

He wipes the spit off with the back of his hand. "Come here, babe."

I don't need to hear anything else and of course act without thinking it through. Stomping over I shout, "Hey diphead." I smash my glorious cheese dog right in his face. "She said let go."

Dana gets out of his grip, staring at me in shock and gratitude.

"What the..." The guy rips the hot dog off his face and I smile at the burnt mark it left behind. The cheese had still been hot. He looks around then looks down at me.

"When a woman says let go. It means you let go," I say slowly and as venomously as possible, which probably has the same effect as a lion cub trying to roar for the first time.

Suck-me-in blue eyes have their sights locked in on me and my chest feels itchy probably because this guy is staring at it. I straighten as a burst of wind blows through and I get a heavy whiff of cologne that makes me want to sneeze. "Ugh, cologne much?"

"Who are you?" He seethes out.

I take in his attire and give a snorted laugh. "What kind of biker are you?"

Okay, when I say Dallas looks like he came from a frat house... I'm not lying. Seriously, this guy dresses like he's the president of a frat, apart from the cut. He has on designer jeans with a cream-colored long sleeve that's rolled up exposing his hair dusted forearms with the collar popped. The cherry on top of the whole thing...

He's wearing a grey sweater vest.

Preppy couldn't even begin to describe him, yet he's wearing a biker's vest. My eyes roll up his chest past the little zipper that's been pulled down to show off his long golden tanned neck and then up to those eyes.

To pretty and put together for me.

Apparently, I now have a type and it isn't this guy.

He's handsome, but nothing compares to the gorgeous specimens of the Sons of Salvation. Probably because this guy is boyish while the others are men all the way to their bones. Dallas is more of a pretty boy that obviously takes the time to look good with his styled dark hair and crisp wardrobe.

Adonis doesn't need to try. He can roll out of bed looking sexy.

The image floats in my two-timing brain.

Maybe... Probably.

I wouldn't know.

Don't want to know.

Not at all.

Nope.

A subtle click of his tongue shoots between us and he stares at me like he's just found a treasure trove of Ralph Lauren sweater vests. "Dear God, who are you and where'd you come from."

I don't like his voice. It's a weird alto with a hint of gravel to it. I glare at him and he gives me an amused smirk.

"You're bite sized."

"Excuse me?" I question hotly.

"What's your name, shortcake?"

"Beatrix Daffodil." I lie.

Ducky laughs. "You better back up now before it's too late, Dallas."

Leaning down and putting his face right in front of mine and way, way, waaay too close for comfort, he chuckles. "Shortcake suits you more." His eyes flick over me. "How about you and I go have some fun?"

Batting my eyes innocently at him I reply sweetly, "Sorry I'm not into guys who take longer in the bathroom than me."

Hordes of laughter follow my comment but the guy isn't bothered at all.

Nails' voice cuts through this time. "We're warning you, Dallas, back away from her now and take your buddies with you."

I glance back at them and point my thumb up at Dallas. "Who is this idiot?"

Nova shakes his head in amusement. "He was a hang around at the club but then decided to switch teams with these Sallies."

One of Dallas's friends moves forward. "You posers dare to call us that? We're the real deal. The one percent."

Before anyone can retort a new voice enters into the fray and this one I know all too well and maybe a little too much. "What's going on here."

Adonis with his hands in his pockets slowly strides over, making each step count. He comes between me and Dallas in a matter of a few steps and the overconfident frat boy falters a little. "I came to see my girl."

Adonis cocks a bold brow. "Why are you bothering this one then?"

"She came out of nowhere and smashed a freaking steam cheese dog in my face," he retorts and starts gaining some of his cockiness back. "Not that I minded since I stumbled on something a little more interesting." He winks at me.

Adonis grabs his face so quickly if I had blinked I would've missed it. The other Silencers don't move, probably because they're outnumbered. "Dana isn't your girl anymore. I thought we made it real clear that you stay away from her."

Dallas pushes himself away from Adonis. "Now that I'm out of the picture you try to lay claim to my woman."

"I have no claim on her, but she doesn't want you and if you ask me you were never part of the club." Adonis is eerily calm but he's holding his body in a way that's lethal, like one strike and he could end Dallas's life.

I bend and pick up my hotdog container. "What a waste," I mutter.

"Race for her." Dallas quips.

Okay, is this guy serious? What century do we live in here?

"Calm down, Tater Tot." I look up and see Adonis barely eyeing me. He fully turns to me and grabs my arm bringing me more towards our group and further away from the vermin. "I ain't racing for a woman that's not even mine."

"Not Dana."

Adonis freezes and my face squishes. "Then who?" I ask stupidly.

Dallas is grinning ear from ear. "You... Tater Tot." He enunciates the t's, earning what he wanted.

Adonis's undivided attention.

He let's go of me and gets right in Dallas's face. "No."

Dallas shrugs. "Is she your old lady?"

Adonis doesn't say anything, which earns a wicked smile from Dallas. "Then why all the fuss? She's free for the taking and since you're keeping me from Dana I'm coming for her until she's mine." He leans in. His face and Adonis's squaring off. "You come for mine, I gun it for yours."

"Not his woman." I interject. "Just a baby duckling who imprinted on him."

Dana finally opens her mouth, hissing out, "The day Georgiana Wilkinson becomes Adonis's woman is the day I die."

Nova curses and Ducky angrily puts his hand in front of Dana's mouth. Dallas's eyes light on fire along with all the other Silencer goons. Adonis is the only one remaining calm.

"She's the Georgiana Wilkinson? Well I'll be. Now I'm definitely taking her," Dallas says, smirking in Adonis's face.

"Um... Do I have a say in the matter because the answer is a firm, heck no." I quip

"You're on," Adonis says loud and clear over all of us.

Dallas smiles with an evil glee. "Better put us on the roster then."

He and his goons start strutting past us and when he comes by me he reaches out to me but is stopped by Adonis's low accent. "Don't touch her."

His hand retreats. "Don't worry,sweetheart. I'll be able to touch you soon."

I narrow my eyes at him. "I'd rather peel my skin off with a cheese grater, thanks."

He chuckles as he walks away with his little group.

Adonis turns to me. "You are trouble." He looks at the guys. "Why weren't you watching her?"

None of the guys say anything and I think it's unfair for them to pay for my actions. "Hey, it wasn't their fault. I went to go get my hotdog and they got preoccupied with that Dallas guy when—"

Adonis cuts me off now firing at Dana. "Why would you say that? You put a target on Georgie's back."

Dana actually looks guilty. "I'm sorry I wasn't thinking."

"Hey!" I yell. "What's the deal so what if they know who I am? They'd find out sooner or later."

Adonis gives me a look as if I'm a child and I don't like it. "You don't get it do you. You're royalty in the club just like Nova, just like Lashes, and just like Ace."

My hands raise in the air palms up as I roll my eyes. "So. They aren't going after them."

"That's because they can take care of themselves." Adonis bites with a condescending tone. "No one would ever think of screwing with them, but you..." He stops and gives me a once over and how he does it is insulting in every way possible.

"I'm tougher than I look." I snap.

He's quick and on me but I don't budge and just glare up at him. "You coming here is like a lamb being dragged into a slaughterhouse."

I stand on my tiptoes so I reach his mouth and wring out each word through my clenched teeth. "I'm not yours or anyone's to protect and I am no lamb."

He's unmoving. Not once do his eyes leave mine they stay locked in a heated war. The muscle in Adonis's jaw ticks. He's got one of those chiseled jaws where you want to grab hold of it and never let go.

I'm a sucker for strong jaws.

It's my Achilles heel.

And Adonis. Boy! His is top notch sexy jaw material. The generous dark lips don't hurt either.

His hand cups around my neck and slides up, burning the path he's making along my neck until my chin is barely being lifted high in the air by his torturous finger. "You are tonight, little lamb."