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Although fear should have been trickling down Amber’s spine at the sight of a group of bikes blocking her van? with Mountain’s commanding tone? fear was the last thing she felt. Instead, she pulled the kids toward the van as Mountain instructed, but two men quickly blocked her way. Squaring her shoulders, she stared down the man as a shadow of Mountain behind her fell over them.
“Spike, what’s this all about?” Mountain quickly tucked Amber in next to him.
His large hand fell to the side of her hip as he held on a little too tight and it was uncomfortable for her. Or maybe it was the fact Callum was flush to his leg and Maisie had wrapped her arms around her waist too. In a way, she had become the anchor to their group. Everyone clinging to her, the weight of it all shifting her from confident to a bit uneasy.
“She’s real pretty. This must be your Ol’ Lady?”
When Spike’s eyes scanned her from head to toe, she tightened the light jacket she wore over at her chest. His attention uncomfortable for Amber, but she was still not afraid for her own safety, her worry came from these men meaning harm to Mountain. Size gave him only so much of an advantage compared to numbers.
“Never mind about that. What can I do for you?” Mountain’s hand slipped from her waist and gripped her hand gently then held onto it lightly.
Amber wondered if these were people Mountain hung out with. They didn’t seem to be friends, but also didn’t feel like they were enemies either. Instead, there was thin layer of respect between them.
“Just wanted to stop by and have you deliver a message to Red. Prez wants that shipment. He’s tired of waiting.”
“Then he should have reached out to Red,” Mountain replied, the harsh tone one she would never want to mess with. “You understand how we operate and what we do and do not allow.”
“We made good on the last one,” he replied.
“It ain’t about making good or not. We haven’t decided if we’re going to do a regular business yet. You haven’t earned our trust. This isn’t helping either Spike.” Mountain motioned to her little family. “Go get the kids into the van, Nightingale.”
Jarred for a moment by the nickname, she gathered herself and quickly moved toward the van with Callum and Maisie. This time, the group of men parted ways like the Red Sea only black and leather clad to let her by. After seat belting the kids in the van, Amber wasn’t sure what she should do.
“I’ll let Red and the club know you’re ready. Don’t show force like this, unless you want to start something.”
“Prospect, do as you’re told and fetch.” Spike grabbed Mountain’s leather jacket with a hard fist. “Give them the message.”
Mountain knocked his hand away. “I’ll pass the message on.” He moved, his shoulder knocking the man as he stepped away.
“Your woman is pretty. Hate to do something to fuck that up.” Spike’s face screwed up in anger. “Then again, that ass on her ain’t really worthy of prospect either.”
Amber wondered why the name prospect was so disrespected.
The flash of rage across Mountain’s face had his jaw clenched tight and fist balled at his side. “Are you threatening me?” Mountain stared directly at her, but his words were for those behind him.
The ones she now feared would take a cheap shot to balance the odds between the men. “Mountain, can we go now?” Amber had enough and pulled out the best mom voice she could muster in the moment to. “My children are hungry.”
“Let’s roll.” Spike stalked over to his bike.
The rest of the men did the same.
With a roar, the bikes came alive and cleared the parking lot as mother’s from the soccer team looked on while she slipped into the passenger and buckled up.
Shaking her head and letting out a long breath, she wondered why they’d listened to her.
Mountain slid off his coat, placed it on the center console, got into the driver’s seat and turned over the engine. “You know woman, you got balls. I’m surprised they’re leaving.”
“Me too. I’m sure it wasn’t me though. They delivered a message and you’re a prospect.” It was a simple equation, they’d said what they said, and it was time to go. No reason for a long drawn out conversation, especially when it involved parts of her body. “Whatever that means?”
“I’ll explain later. Let’s get you guys home before they think about returning. I just want them to leave us alone.”
“Not yet, I want to make sure they all leave.” Amber watched as the last of the bikes disappeared down the street.
“You don’t listen very well do you?” Mountain frowned.
He could be displeased with her all he wanted, but she didn’t care. This was the life of her and her children. Those men weren’t buying lemonade and joking with the kids all friendly and sweet. Amber turned to Mountain and smiled.
