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“Where is he?” Dad asked.
“Bus station in New Gothenburg.” I shrugged, not caring that I was lying anymore. Did Dad realize he was the one who’d taught me how to lie, all the while railing against it? Dad glanced behind himself at Jack Baker, and he backed away, pulling his phone out of his pocket to text someone. Good. Let them go off on a wild goose chase.
“Come with us now,” Dad said, sounding tired, but fuck him. I was exhausted and sick of this shit.
“No,” I said.
He stared at me, eyebrows shooting high. “What?”
“I said no.”
Dad stormed toward me and grabbed me by the arm, and I couldn’t bring myself to hit him, though I did shove at him and try to twist away. The deacons were another story. One guy came up on my right.
“You’re not doing this on my watch,” Tav snarled.
“We’ll call the cops,” one of the deacons said.
“I don’t care,” Tav snapped.
The sounds of a scuffle at my back were loud in my ears as another man came over and got in front of me, and I realized they were trying to knock me off my feet so they could carry me.
“I said no!” I shouted. “I’m eighteen. You can’t force me to go anywhere!”
“I’m your father and you will do this,” Dad hissed. I wasn’t prepared when Dad turned and punched me. My head swam, and I whimpered at the sharp prick that sank deep into my arm, then the world got blurry.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Tav called, and I thought maybe he was talking to me.
Then I couldn’t think at all.
11
ETHAN
Relief swampedme as Scar and I finally turned into the trailer park. A swarm of bikes followed us through the open gates. I yelled out directions to Scar, and when he finally came to a stop in front of my trailer, I patted him on the shoulder and slid off the bike. I tugged off the half helmet and handed it to him, giving him a curt nod. All I had to do was say thank you, but the words got caught in my throat.
While I’d been in a holding cell, a man had been hauled in past me wearing a leather vest with the Kings of Men patch on it, and he’d been tossed next door to me. It hadn’t taken long to learn his name was Tank.
“Yeah, I was doing ninety-five on the highway,” he’d said with a bright laugh. “They pulled me in for reckless driving, but fuck that. When the club lawyer comes for me, he’ll talk to you. His name is River.”
Turned out he was right, and as soon as this River guy learned I hadn’t even been charged with anything, he’d called Scar, and all the Kings had come to bombard the police station, demanding I be let out. To avoid chaos, the cops did exactly that because the Kings were right. There was no real reason I’d been left behind bars other than to fuck with me for “bothering” rich people.
King, the president of the club, pulled his older Harley next to Scar and took off his helmet.
I gave him a curt nod as a thank you, and his mouth quirked to the side. We hadn’t said a lot to each other since the cops let me out, but he’d introduced himself and told me he would be expecting big things from me now that I was a prospect. I still had to do some kind of initiation, but apparently he trusted me because Scar vouched for me.
King’s honey-brown hair wasn’t visible in the darkness, but I’d seen him in better light at the station and he was a handsome older dude with steely blue eyes and a few age lines to go along with a dangerous smile. His gaze had searched into my very fucking soul, and he must’ve liked whatever he’d seen because he’d nodded and told me to get on Scar’s bike.
“You said you have a partner in there?” King jerked his thumb toward my trailer, and even though I couldn’t see a frown, I heard it in his voice.
I turned and glanced at Tav’s trailer first. His lights were on inside and with the curtains open, the brightness spilled out to the two lawn chairs in front. Some of the glow also spread across to my area. The light was enough for me to see the shattered windows across the front of my home. I froze, fear spreading like a poison up my spine and paralyzing me for a short moment.
“Fuck.” I shot forward and yanked on the door, and it swung open so easily that it clearly hadn’t been locked. Swiping up the switch near the door didn’t work at first. I swore and messed around with it until the light popped on and illuminated the shitwreck mess. Someone had been in here searching for something, and they’d turned my home into a crime scene, upturning everything they could get their hands on. While that would have irritated me into seeking revenge, my only thoughts right now were on Jonas and his safety. A fear I wasn’t used to and didn’t particularly enjoy jolted me into running back out of my trailer and toward Tav’s.
The Kings watched me as I slammed my fist on the thin trailer door, and after a few moments, it opened, revealing a bruised Tav. His handsome face was marred with scratches and discoloration, and the moment his gaze settled on me, he winced.
“What the fuck happened?” I snapped.
Tav’s stare traveled over my shoulder and he looked at the bikers warily. “Jonas’s dad came looking for him and Chet. Jonas gave Chet a chance to hide, and he told his father to fuck off, but the bloody arsehole had a couple of religious fanatics with him. I tried to fight them, we both did, but they injected him with something, and he fell to the ground unconscious. They took him away.”
