CHAPTER 2: Where Is Styles Potter - 2

I can't shower without music, no matter what time it is, it's like my religion so I went back to get it because I knew that my lazy brother wouldn't bring it to me no matter how much I asked him.

Then I hear a powerful roar of what sounds like dozens of motorcycles, which makes me frown.

It sounds like...they're parking in front of my entrance.

Except it's impossible.

Sandy and I have always tried not to mix with bikers, even though they are quite common around here, especially the so-called Wild Fiends.

I've heard all kinds of crazy rumors about them.

You don't have to be very smart to know that it's best not to mess with such dangerous and bloodthirsty guys like them under any circumstances.

Maybe they've been caught by the red light on this avenue.

It usually takes forever, those bastards.

It's very early and the street is silent, maybe that's why it seemed to me that they were so...

Ivan!

Ivan, fuck, give me the keys to the basement!

My brother's crazed scream finally puts me on notice and makes me reconsider my conclusions.

Perhaps...? Don't fuck with me!

Styles, by God, swear to me that you're not running away from some bikers...!

Shhh, fuck yes, they've come for me.

You have to hide me, he interrupts me before I can finish the sentence and I break free from his desperate grip and ignore his urgent demands to hide him in the basement.

I make a move to look out the window to check his movements but he grabs my arm to move me away — are you crazy?

If they see you, you pl are dead!

What have you done to them? I demand that this is so real.

That doesn't matter, I have to get going my brother is distraught.

Sweat is running profusely down his forehead and he looks desperate.

No wonder, they will kill him if they find him.

What do I do now?

It's useless; before he could get out, they would catch him; they are surrounding the garden.

I hide him in my bedroom, dragging him along.

Don't go out for anything in the world!

I'll distract them, I told him, praying that he'll stay there quietly and not screw up while I try to clean up his mess once again.

I take a look at my outfit and my world falls apart when I see that I'm not even wearing a bra.

I wasn't expecting anyone!

This has taken me completely by surprise and I can only pray that my brother doesn't get caught and nothing happens to him or I'll regret it for the rest of my days.

I'm about to have a nervous breakdown from the suspense when suddenly, without giving me time to react and taking me by surprise, the door to my apartment is kicked in from the outside and I find myself screaming like a madwoman as I step away.

The loud noise must have woken up the whole neighborhood, so I pray someone calls the police.

But something tells me that, unfortunately for me, nothing and no one will be able to stop the imposing and rude man who is standing in front of me and studying me from the doorway with eyes as fierce as they are suggestive.

I swear.

Neither he or the six angry bikers accompanying him.

I just want the earth to swallow me up.

How the hell am I going to get out of this now?

I'm surrounded in my own house by the fearsome group of eight men covered in leather from head to toe who have just kicked down and now advancing towards me with expressions so threatening that I'm about to piss myself out of fear.

My instinctive reaction, even though I know deep down, that it is useless and that I have no way out, is to scream and try to run to the kitchen in search of a knife.

I need something to defend myself with, or my brother will end up very badly.

But I thought that my stubbornness was going to stop them, I'm more naive than I thought because, indeed, one of them - the biggest and fiercest - takes less than two seconds to intercept me with his enormous arms and immobilize me, squeezing me like a boa constrictor and sticking me to his body.

I struggle to free myself, feeling like I'm short of breath under his tight and rough grip.

I'm less than five foot, and he's a damn beast of muscles and testosterone; with a snap of his fingers, he could finish me off.

Fear grips my stomach like an icy claw, but I force myself not to show it; partly out of pride and because I need to stay strong for Styles' sake.

I have to convince them that they're wasting their time here.

The giant's breath hits my neck, sending goosebumps all over my skin.

I freeze in place then, because I can feel his cock standing full against my buttocks, pressing so hard against me to keep me pinned down.

There's not an inch of space between us, and the fierce masculinity coming out of him makes me dizzy.

I can't think straight if I have his... thing there.

Shh, stay still.

If you cooperate, we won't hurt you — he whispers in my ear, in a slow, measured voice.

He has such a rough, raspy voice that gives me goosebumps immediately.

I nod meekly so that he relaxes and lowers his guard.

It's a strategy to gain time while he frees me and so I start considering options to get rid of them.

He drags me into the living room as they storm inside, running riot with screams and growls of rage.

I had just cleaned the whole fucking apartment!

My jaw drops as one of them pulls a gun from the waistband of his jeans and at a signal from the big guy holding me back, storms into the room, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Get out of there you fucking scum!

Stop hiding like a coward, aren't you brave enough to hit women?

The brunette roars with crazy eyes, destroying everything in front of him until he reaches Sandy's room, believing that Style is hiding there.

I hold my breath, fighting back tears.

There's no way my brother is going to get away with this!

If that guy or any of the others find him, I have no doubt they'll kill him.

Please! I beg the man holding me back, relieved beyond belief to see that his powerful erection has diminished considerably.

Still, his chest is rising and falling at full speed, and he looks like a raging bull, which makes me even more panicked but I have to do something, damn it.

I don't know what the hell this is about!

It's just me and my roommate living here!

I don't know who you are or what you want! I exclaim, hastily.

I stop as soon as his hoarse laughter fills the room, startling me with the loudness of his gesture.

His whole chest vibrates; he seems tremendously amused by my words and my desperation.

Damn animal.

The other guys have started to stir everything up like madmen; if this continues, there will be no stone left standing.

Nice try — he hisses, so pissed off that I don't dare reply.