“That rat must have told the Diablos that you were a witness. And from the looks of things, Jordan could very well be that rat.”
“But I’m not a witness and Jordan knows that. I didn’t see anything. I dressed a wound. I’m nobody special.”
“That’s not true, Lexie. You’re special to me. The brothers saw it. The rat saw it. If they don’t want to kill you as a witness, they may want to hurt you as leverage against me. Against the club.”
The flutters in my heart returned, although the timing was terrible. “I’m special to you?”
“So fucking special. And I’m not going to let you get hurt. We’ve caught a lucky break. You’re at the northern end of the county, but I’m about fifteen minutes from there. So hang tight, and I’ll come for you.”
“I’ll admit I don’t know a lot about how this works. But I don’t think you can ride up into their compound and take me away.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got a plan.”
“But Jordan—“
“Lexie, Jordan is a prospect and entered a rival MC’s clubhouse. He knows better than that. Which tells me he’s up to no good. So we’re not going to worry about him right now. Okay?”
I took a deep breath. I didn’t like it, but he knew this world better than I did. “Fine. Just hurry up.” I slipped the phone into the back pocket of my jeans as the door to the kitchen opened.
The creepy guy with the serial killer eyes—Cyclops, according to his patch—stepped up to the table. His head was shaved bald and he had a thick black goatee. His arms were massive, like he could crush a watermelon with his bare hands.
“Is dinner ready?” he asked.
I nodded, willing my hands to stop shaking.
“Come and get it!” he boomed and grabbed a plate. He piled on food as the others lined up. If only I’d had more time, I could have sprinkled sleeping pills in the food. But that probably only worked in movies. And I didn’t have sleeping pills.
Cyclops came to the end of the table and stared at me. “Come.”
I looked behind me, but there was no one. “Are you talking to me?”
“Yeah, bitch, I’m talking to you. Now come.”
My mouth dropped. “I, uh, I don’t think…” I took a step back, not wanting to know where this was going.
“Lexie.” Jordan stepped into the kitchen. One of the Diablos stood behind him with a gun to his head. “I think you better do what he says.”
Cyclops grinned. “Yeah, listen to your friend.” He turned toward the man holding Jordan. “And take him to the shed.”
19
BEAR
“Kid! I need to borrow your car. Follow your GPS and take my bike to the clubhouse. Ask for Mav. He’s expecting you. Tell him I’m coming in hot with Lexie. You got that?”
Michael’s brows scrunched as he threw back an energy drink. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and burped. “You’re gonna let me take your bike? Sweet.”
Lord save me from teenagers. “You get a scratch on her and you’ll wish you’d stayed in Kentucky. Now give me your keys.”
Michael grinned. “No worries, old man. I drove my dad’s bike a few times. Only landed in a ditch once.” He snickered, and I wanted to knock him upside the head. But since it was the first genuine smile I’d seen from him since we met, I didn’t.
“Don’t forget. Go straight to Mav.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Find Mav. Tell him you’ll be there soon with Lisa.”
“Lexie!” I shouted and jumped into the SUV. I couldn’t waste any more time. As I turned to back out of the space, a bit ofleather on the back seat caught my eye. Another idea formed, one I found utterly repulsive. But for Lexie, I’d do anything.
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