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Waving her hands, the waitress let out a little laugh. “Been seeing her for about a month. Doesn’t look like it but I’m guessing she’s maybe three months old. Ya’ll just save everything, don’t you?”
“Anything with a pussy it seems,” Onyx grumbled low, so only Freaky could hear and cackle a bit.
“Mountain, how the hell are you gonna—” Freaky’s question was answered before he could get it out.
Mountain opened his coat and tucked the kitten in the inner pocket of his leather jacket. Of course, he had to remove a secondary weapon to do it, but he seemed fine with the shift of that to his saddle bag as he took out a helmet.
“Want a helmet?” Mountain offered Topaz and she took it while poking a finger in his coat to give the kitten a head scratch.
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” Onyx snipped at Freaky whose head was turned toward him indicating he might need a helmet. Sitting behind a man on his bike was degrading enough. Riding bitch had his stomach turning.
“Yeah, doubt Dreamer’s would fit you anyway,” he said and Onyx dropped his head back.
“Anyone asks, I ran behind you the whole way home.”
“Aw, come on baby, you know you wanna wrap them big boys around my waist,” Freaky teased.
“I think you should test out the ride for the cans we’re gonna tie to the back of your bike after your wedding.”
Mountain got situated and extended his hand to give Topaz assistance mounting his bike, jealously stabbed Onyx in the heart as she put her arms around, the best she could, on his belly. He didn’t like this at all. The comfort of the two of them had his dumb ass not recognizing he had real feelings for her. But to get them back to Turnabout, he would have to deal. She was unclaimed, a fact he was going to be processing the whole ride and possibly remedying when they returned.
Onyx would never forget the long ride back to the clubhouse. Balancing on the back because there was no way in fuck he’d wrap his arms around Freaky. The man could pitch the bike in the ditch for all he cared. The last thing he would be doing was snuggle. His shoulders, already damaged from being hung by his wrists burned as he clutched the sides of the bitch seat. As if he needed one more reason to feel like less than a man…all he had to do was turn his head to the right to see Mountain and Topaz.
Riding in twos next to the man he wished they’d chose the tandem style, so he wouldn’t have to catch the sight of her resting on Mountain’s back. The helmet was a simple strap on with no visor so the beaming smile on her lips had a fury like he’d never felt before racing through his body. He wanted to kill the other man, even though he had no right because he had committed no violation. It didn’t matter. Mountain would be on his shit list after this.
Joy or contentment it didn’t matter, as he wasn’t the one putting the look on Topaz’s face and it wasn’t something he wanted to see. Turning back toward the road, he stared at the back of Freaky’s head, clenching his jaw praying Topaz’s hour to the compound guess was right.
The landscape flew by them as he watched in the distance for the ranch to emerge.
How could he have ended up here in his life? On track to be SWAT to a member of a fucking motorcycle club. The Steels were a closer brotherhood than the boys in blue, but riding bitch behind Freaky had him needing distance. This just wasn’t what he had in mind with his life. This was stupid. He’d been beaten and degraded in front of a woman, who could never see him as a man now, by a derelict group of men. He wanted his revenge and wanted it in front of Topaz.
No matter what they had shared briefly in a moment of fear and relief, or her calm now there was no way, she hadn’t been effected. He wanted to be the one to show her the justice she deserved. Their lives interrupted, it didn’t matter that they had broken through a barrier telling her story to him in a cabin set to blow was not the way she should have unburdened herself.
It didn’t matter his aversion for explosives, when they got back he was going to talk to Brick and see if there was a way to bomb the shit out of ACT UP and get rid of them completely. The motherfucker loves blowing up mouse like vole holes after Creature and Bailey chased the rodents into their hiding place. The ACT UP assholes couldn’t be much different.
