From what I’d heard, the rooms in the clubhouse were mostly used for two things.
People who needed to crash there because they were in no condition to drive.
Or for hooking up.
Rhys had only had a single beer when we’d first arrived, so he wasn’t the first one.
But there were a whole lot of hot women there. Bunnies, O had called them. And Rhys, despite our story otherwise, was a single man.
A single man who I’d been teasing, even knowing that we couldn’t cross that line.
That he didn’twantto cross that line.
At least not with me. A smokeshow biker babe was probably a very different story.
Maybe all the orders today were to get me to call chicken, and since that failed, he’s proving his point a different way.
And maybe I should pull my damn gun, after all.
Since a weapon in my waistband would be easy to spot, I wore the same ankle holster I wore at Rye. It wasn’t the best or most functional location—and the band pinched my skin—but pulling my gun would cause a panic and raise a lot of questions I had no answer for as Lo, the bartender.
I went for eyes and ears open caution as I scanned the rooms.
He’s either missing or fucking someone.
Neither outcome filled me with joy.
I was nearing the end of the hall when I heard it.
A rhythmic thump.
Growled words.
Soft moans that were growing louder.
More from the deep voice. Oradeep voice. I had no clue if it was the same one.
I froze.
I never froze.
But right then, I had no clue what to do.
Storm in and yell as his scorned girlfriend? It wouldn’t take any acting ability on my part because I was pissed at the disrespect.
Knock to confirm it’s him and then wish the lovers satisfying orgasms since I had no claim on him?
I couldn’t just stand there waiting. If it wasn’t him, and he was injured or gone or whatever, I needed to find him.
The clubhouse was in the middle of nowhere, secured to the teeth, and had alerts to let them know each time someone turned on the long road that eventually, after a lot of twists and turns, led to them. No one could find the place without knowing where it was. Glitch had shown me the system on his phone while he’d shown off all of the tech upgrades that modernized the old church.
That didn’t count out an attack from someone we already knew was there.
I need to find Glitch and check his footage.
I kept my eyes peeled as I walked into the main room, but there was no sign of either man. What used to be a stage was walled off to make a meeting room that was for patched-in brothers only, according to the mini tour Rhys had given me. That didn’t include him, but Glitch might’ve been in there.
I’ll check the kitchen first.
