The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 340

Chapter 166 2

Chapter 166-2

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we step out into the freezing night air, the club follows us out onto the gravel lot. It’s like an escort for royalty.

Mayhem trots ahead to open the passenger side door of Locke’s truck for me, while Bear literally checks the tire pressure with his boot as if preparing for a state transport.

“Smooth ride home, Locke,” Big Mac says, waving a massive, gloved hand, “Keep it under forty.”

Locke helps me up into the high cab of the truck, closing the door softly. A second later, he slides into the driver’s seat, firing up the engine. As he backs out of the compound lot, I look in the side mirror and burst into a quiet, breathless laugh.

The giant, terrifying members of the motorcycle club are standing in a line under the floodlights, waving goodbye like overprotective mothers sending a kid off to summer camp.

“They’re ridiculous,” I say, leaning my head back against the leather headrest as the compound gates close behind us. “Absolute lunatics.”

“They love you,” Locke says softly, his deep voice filling the quiet cab as he shifts into gear and turns onto the main highway. “And you were exhausted. I could see it in your eyes the second Mayhem brought out the bourbon.”

“Thank you. You saved me back there. I didn’t know how I was going to dodge that shot without

raising suspicions.”

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got both of you.”

The quiet hum of the highway tires against the asphalt wraps around us, a peaceful, blissful silence after hours of loud music and shouting. The dark treeline glides by outside the tinted windows,

bathed in the pale light of the rising moon.

“So,” Locke says. “Since Cobra officially put you on mandatory leave until Monday… we have a few days to figure things out.”

I smile, leaning over to rest my elbow on the console, looking at his handsome profile in the dark. “What things?”

Locke glances over at me, a soft, rare warmth touching his dark eyes before he turns his gaze back to the road. “Evelyn called me yesterday while you were in the shower.”

“How is she?”

“She’s actually pretty good. She asked about you, and I told her your final test results were arriving

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“Yeah?” he asks softly. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. A quiet Christmas in Maine. Just us, Evelyn… and our little secret.” I sigh. “Sounds perf

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