Free Duncan by Teresa Gabelman Page B

front. Once he’s in front, we will surround her and put her in the car. You guys can leave through the back. We’ll follow and meet you at the apartment just in case they catch on and follow.”
    “Two flaws in that plan, friend.” Duncan shook his head. “First, there are reporters surrounding us, and second, the back entrance is for our bikes. She is not riding on the motorcycle.”
    “As soon as they see Pam, aka Jill, every reporter will rush to the front. They have watchers that will let them know, believe me. And why in the hell can’t she ride on the bike?” Jared responded, not liking that his plan was being questioned.
    “Because she’s not.” Duncan’s tone was final.
    “Why not?”  Pam replied. “I would love to ride on the motorcycle.”
    “Pregnant women should not ride on motorcycles,” Duncan replied as if it was law.
    Pam frowned. “Who says?”
    “Everybody.”
    “I didn’t say that.” Jared smirked. “I actually suggested it.”
    “Yeah, I don’t see what the problem is,” Sid piped in.
    “You’re one of the safest riders I know.” Damon added his two cents with a shrug.
    “It will be fine, Duncan.” Pam looked his way. “I really want to…”
    “I said no dammit,” Duncan yelled.
    Pam snapped her head back, her face paling a bit. Her stomach pitched violently, but her eyes were on Duncan. She knew this man would never hurt her, he just yelled. Yelling wouldn’t hurt her. Duncan would never hurt her. She repeated that last part to herself.
    “Ah, okay. Do you have another plan?” she asked Duncan, surprised her voice held strong.
    “Give me a minute.” Duncan frowned.
    “Why don’t you go out front with them, and I’ll ride to the apartment with one of these guys,” Pam added with a nod toward the other Warriors. Pam did lean back at the look on Duncan’s face. His expression scared her more than his yelling.
    “Over my dead body.” He didn’t yell, but his lowered tone of voice warned her she may have pushed a little too far.
    “Damon…off with his head.” Sid broke the silence with his usual smartass comment. “I’ve got things to do, and I’m tired of waiting.”
    “Shut the…”
    “Fuck up, Sid,” Sid finished for Duncan. “You guys seriously need to come up with something new.”
    “If anything happens to her, I will kill every single one of you.” Duncan grabbed Pam’s hand, ignoring everyone as he led her out of the room.
    “I don’t think he meant you.” Jared put his hand on Jill’s shoulder. “Then again, if things go bad, I’d hide out for awhile.” Jared tapped the front of Jill’s cap down over her eyes as he passed her.
    *****
    Duncan led Pam into the garage that held their bikes. This was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea, but yet, here he was, going along with it because the idea of her riding with anyone else drove him absolutely insane. He’d just threatened to kill his fellow Warriors over it. Poor Jill probably thought she was a part of his kill list. God, he had to get a grip.
    “This one?” Pam pointed, and when he nodded, she tried to lift her leg over to straddle the seat, but her belly got in the way. “Wait a minute.”
    Watching her try to figure out how to get her beautiful pregnant body on the back of his bike, did him in. He watched the frustration line her face as she tried hard to prove her point that she could ride.
    “This isn’t going to work.” Pam’s eyes shot up to his, full of disappointment. “But I want to ride with you. I’ve always wanted to ride with you. I was so jealous of Nicole when Damon would take her for rides. Then I would see you pull up to the warehouse on your bike, and I wanted so badly to ask you for a ride, but I couldn’t. Now that I can finally ride with you, I’m…I’m too fat!” She threw her arms wide, a disgusted look on her face.
    Duncan couldn’t help it, he laughed pulling her to him. Her words meant more to him than she would ever know. She had wanted