Jagger was in agony. He didn't think anything was broken, but it sure hurt to move. It seemed to be taking hours for the guys to get to him, but looking at his phone he saw it had only been about fifteen minutes. If they were hauling ass, they would be there soon. Sighing, he lay his head back down on the ground, thinking about the time he had spent with Bianca. The night had been going so well until this.
The roar of bikes brought him back. He tensed, palming the gun he kept in a holster under his cut. With the number of bikes he heard, it wouldn't be much of a fight. The only thing he could do was pray they were friendly.
“You okay?"
He finally breathed when he heard the voice of his president.
“My leg is all jacked up, I think. Other than that, I've got some bumps and bruises, think
