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And then he’d grunted at me about my sleeping choice and gone to bed after I reiterated that I would not be sleeping there with him. Renee had set me up with a pillow and blankets. She’d also apologised that there was only one couch and she had taken it.
I stared at the rain streaming down the front windscreen of the car and thought about Nitro. He was turning out to be a contradiction, but then, I should never have doubted that. If there was one thing I’d learnt in my line of work, people always were. Especially the troubled ones.
We reached our destination and, after making his way through the two security checkpoints, he pulled the car into a car park that was miles from the front door of the clubhouse. The reason being, that there were a lot of bikes there that morning.
I met Nitro at the front of the ute. “You having a meeting here today?” I asked, glancing at all the bikes as we walked towards the clubhouse.
“You could say that.” He jerked his chin at a biker who we passed on the way. “Slider.”
The guy nodded in response. “Nitro.”
“You boys are big on conversation.”
He stared down at me and ignored my sarcasm. “We get the job done.”
Another sarcastic comment died as it left my mouth when a loud bang sounded from behind us. Shock rippled through me as confusion set in, and Nitro’s arm came around my shoulders right before he pushed me to the ground.
My ears rang with the sound of an explosion and the vibrations of it slammed into me. A scream tore from my mouth, but I couldn’t hear it and I couldn’t feel it. Numbness set in as I tried like hell to process what was happening.
Nitro’s body covered mine, his strong arms sheltering me from the terror of what was happening.
I was suffocating.
Couldn’t breathe.
My chest is going to explode.
And then—“Vegas, you breathing?” Nitro’s heavy body moved off mine and he pulled me up.
I stared into his concerned eyes, surprised to see worry there. It was all I could focus on. Even the pain ricocheting through me didn’t register. Why is he bothering to check on me?
“Tatum!” he barked, shaking me. “You good?”
Men ran past us.
Yelling.
Bodies colliding.
Confusion.
Anger.
And all the while, Nitro stayed with me, making sure I was all right.
I blinked. Nodding, I croaked, “Yeah, I’m good.”
His chest heaved with a heavy breath. “Go inside and wait for me.”
He let me go, and when I didn’t move, he yelled, “Now!”
My attention drifted beyond him and I took in the car that had exploded. As the realisation settled in my bones that we’d been that close to danger, I turned and ran towards the clubhouse.
What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
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Nitro
