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I braked hard due to the fact that he’d creeped into my lane as he’d lost control of his turn, and got a close up of Kelley flipping me off as he rushed by.
I gritted my teeth and clenched the muscles in my jaw, counting to ten before I started forward once again.
I would not kill him.
I would not kill him.
I would not kill him.
I kept repeating that mantra to myself as I drove, and was still saying it ten minutes later when I pulled into Free.
The gate was unlocked, and Jack waved me in and pointed to a building.
I drove to the building and parked, feeling out of place amongst all the motorcycles.
Wishing I had my bike, but glad that I didn’t since Kelley would’ve probably clobbered me to death this morning if I’d had it, I walked inside and stopped short when I saw all the people inside the building.
If I’d taken more time to pay attention to the bikes, I would’ve realized that the motorcycles were familiar ones.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t paid any attention, meaning I was blindsided when not just the men of Free were of attendance, but so were the men of the Bear Bottom Guardians.
Oh, and Carl.
I frowned. “What the fuck, Carl? Isn’t your wife looking forward to having you home?”
Carl grinned. “Actually, yes. I brought her with me. She’s currently scoping out the mall, buying shit we don’t need, and charging it on my credit card.”
I snorted and offered him my hand, following it up with Pru’s father and grandfather.
I received back slaps from a few of the others, but the rest of the MC hadn’t bothered to stand up when I’d arrived, choosing instead to eat the donuts and pastries that were in the middle of the large table that they were surrounding.
“Don’t say hi or anything,” I told them all.
Bayou shrugged, taking another bite of the pastry in his hand. “They’re good.”
Grinning, I looked over to Sam.
“I take it we’re not letting this go any longer?” I asked hopefully.
Sam grunted. “We’re not letting this go any longer.”Chapter 21Can February March? No, but April May.
-Text from Carl to Pru
Pru
“This was a good idea,” Conleigh said as we walked with each other to our cars. “Now we just need to finagle it so that we’re on the same shift.”
I grinned. “I know the girl that makes the schedules.”
She snorted and stopped at her truck door. “How long do you think he’ll let you drive that thing? Does it even have seatbelts?”
I looked at my car.
She was right.
It was old, and the seatbelts were all lap belts. There was nowhere to put a car seat in here unless I moved them to the front seat. Something I wouldn’t be doing.
“I have a feeling I’ll be making use of his truck soon,” I admitted. “He made the comment today as he dropped me off.”
She dropped her backpack into the back seat and slammed the door shut, then opened her door and climbed halfway in. “I’ll see you at the party tomorrow?”
The party was a club party that was being thrown in honor of Hoax making it back all in one piece. Honestly, I thought that the club wanted a reason to drink and be merry, and Hoax was as good excuse as any.
“Yes,” I agreed. “I’ll be there with bells on.”
She snickered. “Be safe.”
I dropped down into my own car and started it up, getting my seatbelt situated and putting it in reverse.
She backed out of her parking spot, and I followed her shortly after, taking a left when she took a right.
Normally I would’ve followed her all the way home, but today I was stopping by McDonald’s to get a ten-piece nugget meal. I’d been dreaming about it since lunchtime, and I had to have it.
And, since Hoax had informed me that he’d already had something to eat at the house, I felt no such compunction in eating what the hell I wanted.
Even if it was horrible for me.
Then again, if you couldn’t eat what the hell you wanted when you were pregnant, when could you?
I’d just taken the turn onto the side street that was nearly always deserted when I came to a halt.
There was a man in the middle of the street, lying there, face down.
He was in a business suit.
I frowned, my hand automatically reaching for the door handle when common sense started to rear its head.
Getting out in the middle of a dark, deserted street was not the best idea in the world. Especially for a hundred and twenty-pound pregnant woman.
I reached for my phone and called 911.
The operator answered, and I gave her a description of where I was and what was going on as I slowly crept down the street and past the man lying in the road.
I didn’t stop until I was two blocks down and could see him in my rearview mirror.
