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I stared out the window. The drive was long but Skins had told me that we were getting close now. Butterflies twisted, turned and somersaulted in my stomach. Occasionally, I had the feeling that I might actually vomit. I’d been preparing myself for this. I knew it was coming, but now it had suddenly become so real and I was fucking scared.
“You okay there, babe?” Skins asked, his eyes looking down at my lap where my hands rubbed together nervously. “You seem a bit tense.”
I laughed, the sound coming out shaky and not at all convincing. “Oh yeah. I’m great.”
The vibration of the bikes that surrounded us was a steady drone. I suppose if I thought about it, the sound should be comforting. Knowing that I had this group of people on my side, ready to protect me. But it almost felt like I was in a hearse being led in a procession to my finally resting place.
Ham and another of the brothers, Kev, were coming along with us for the ride. They weren’t wearing their colors, instead just had plain black cuts on. Optimus wanted his people with us so he could make sure he was kept in the loop if anything went wrong, but they didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that the clubs were linked.
“You’ll be safe,” Skins attempted to reassure me. “Anything goes wrong, and we’ll have plenty of people in there ready to pull you straight out.”
I inhaled through my nose, trying my best to slow my breathing before I nodded. Hoping like hell that he was right. I hadn’t had any type of interaction with motorcycle clubs before I met Chelsea. I knew nothing about them other than that people thought they were dangerous and criminals. Finding out Chelsea was a club girl hadn’t made me think much better of them. It wasn’t until she explained the love and respect that came with being part of a club that I realized it wasn’t what it seemed. The men treated the girls well, and they were there because they wanted to be.
Seeing the relationship Blizzard had with his brothers was also eye opening. They were willing to do whatever it took to support each other, and hold each other up when things were rough. They laughed and teased and spent time together like one large family.
It was the type of family I had imagined in my head my whole life.
I’d spent so long searching for my blood relations only to have it fall to pieces right in front of my eyes. Blizzard had been raised by people within the club, people who had no DNA connected with him, but still saw him as one of their own.
It blew my mind.
“What’s your connection to the club?” I asked Skins, turning my body to face him.
“You mean how did I get involved with Satan’s Sanctuary?”
I nodded even though he wasn’t looking at me.
He smiled. “Judge knew my dad back in the day. My dad wasn’t a part of the club scene but they were still really close and I grew up seeing Judge as family. When Judge was asked to move away from where we lived in California and start a chapter of the club in Arkansas, I jumped at the chance to join up.”
I thought about his words for a minute. “What’s the draw for you?”
“A lot of things. You’re never alone when you have that many people at your back. They never judge you, never make you feel like you don’t belong. You prove your loyalty and these people will have your back until the end of time.” He rattled off like it was just obvious.
“What about the bad stuff?” He looked at me out the corner of his eye. I wasn’t completely oblivious to the fact that bad shit went down. I’d learned just that, during my time with Marco. Threats came along all the time. Hell, we were about to dive straight into a situation that any normal person would never have to deal with.
The thing was, these people, both the Brothers and Satan’s Sanctuary were willing to do whatever it took and not to think twice about taking someone’s life if they had to, in order to keep their people safe.
“That’s a decision you have to make for yourself.” He shrugged. “If someone you loved was in trouble, what lengths would you go to protect them? It’s not just an MC thing. If someone busted into your house and they were threatening to hurt the people you love… your parents, or your husband, or your child. Would you pull the trigger to keep them alive?”
He let the words sit stale in the small space.
My thoughts instantly went to Blizzard and to Jayla, the two people that in a few short days had stolen my heart.
How far would I go to keep them from being hurt?
What would I do?
Whatever it took.
“We’re almost there,” he said as we began to see less farmland and more houses. The bikes turned down a small side road just on the edge of town. I watched them go, suddenly feeling very exposed. “It’s okay. We just don’t want to be seen together. They’re going to head back to the clubhouse and come back soon in vehicles. It’s a little more stealth.”
I swallowed tightly but nodded my head, agreeing that was a good idea.
The instant these guys figured out I was connected with the club, I was done for.
And, more importantly, so was Lane.
West Memphis where the Sanctuary were located was slightly smaller than Athens. The downtown area, where shops and businesses were, filled a few streets. Small enough to be quaint, but big enough that not everybody knew your business.
