Free Still Waters (Motorcycle Club Romance, New Adult Romance): Devil's Riders (Hot Blooded Heroes) by Joanna Blake

Perfect.
                  Dev came over and slapped his shoulder.
                  "We better get out of here man. She okay?"
                  Jack nodded and wondered how the hell he was going to get her out of here. Then in a flash of pure brilliance he figured it out.
                  "Dev, I need the cabin."
                  Devlin looked surprised but he answered without hesitation.
                  "No problem, man. It's yours."
                  "And your car."
                  Dev cocked an eyebrow and him.
                  "Can't ride with her in this state."
                  Dev grinned and chucked him the keys. Jack managed to catch them without dropping Janet.
                  "Actually, could you open the door for me? I kind of have my hands full."
                  He gestured to the passed out woman in his arms. Devlin grinned and took the keys back, opening the passenger side door. Jack carefully placed Janet in the seat and strapped her in.
                  He turned to see 8 different Spawn's staring at him with identical expressions of shock. He frowned at them fiercely and they all scattered, hoping on their bikes.
                  But he wasn't really mad. He was elated.
                  She was okay.
                  They hadn't hurt her.
                  She was safe.
                  Devlin smiled and shook his head, climbing onto Jack's bike.
                  "Always wanted to ride this thing man. Have fun at the cabin."
     
     
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                  Janet's eyes fluttered open. She was in an unfamiliar place. Not the basement anymore.
                  Where?
                  Sunlight came streaming in through a window. She could see tall trees outside and hear the tinkling chorus of song birds.
                  Birds?
                  Where the hell was she???
                  She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She stood up gingerly, feeling incredibly stiff. That's when the smell hit her.
                  Pancakes.
                  There was a dresser with a mirror across the room. She hurried over to it and stared in shock at the wan looking young woman staring back at her. She was wearing a large black t-shirt and nothing else.
                  Not large. Humongous. It hung down to her knees.
                  Was she dreaming when she'd imagined Jack and the Spawn's? Was she still kidnapped?
                  Who had changed her out of that hooker outfit she'd been wearing?
                  Her stomach gurgled and she tentatively peeked into the hallway. Might as well get this over with. If she'd been sold off, she'd have to confront her keeper sooner or later.
                  But first she wanted to eat. She wanted to eat a horse.
                  Well, one made out of tofu anyway.
                  She tiptoed through the house-  it looked like more of a cabin actually- following her nose down the stairs toward the delicious smells in the kitchen.
                  There was an old 1950's mint green table and chairs in there. A huge stack of pancakes was on a plate in the center of the tabs, along with a plate of bacon, a bowl of fruit and a carton of OJ, two glasses, and two plates. One of the plates had been eaten on. And there was an empty coffee cup.
                  Oh dear god, she smelled fresh coffee.
                  She'd never smelled anything so good in her life.
                  She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned abruptly. Someone was coming in from the deck. Leaning on the door jamb and staring at