Twenty minutes later, Matt had finished stowing their groceries in the trunk of Vic’s car and now waited to be released. Oh, he could go, no question—he’d only been a witness to the events, and the police on the scene already had his statement. But Vic was still getting the third degree.
The three bikers were just college-aged kids. They stood together by one of the shopping cart carrels, handcuffed to the metal bars so they wouldn’t wander off. Their bikes lay crumpled around the parking lot, cheap motorcycles that hadn’t stood a chance against a man like Vic. His super strength came from Matt, from their love, and as much as Matt hated when his lover was put in danger, he couldn’t deny that a very small part of him had swelled with pride to see Vic step out among the bikers, eyes fierce
