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“Fuck, Ethan? That’s you? I heard a lot of shit about you,” the man in the car said, then got out with a weaselly smile stretching across his face. He had an accent that was sort of like Tav’s but not. It didn’t sound real, somehow. He was skinny to the point of looking sick, a lot like Murph. “I wouldn’t have shot at you if I’d known.” By his tone, I was pretty sure that was a lie.
Ethan got off the bike and marched over to Dutch, and when he was close enough, Ethan reared back and punched him. Dutch tried to swing the gun around toward Ethan, but Ethan grabbed Dutch’s arm, and the gun went off, a round firing into the ground.
“Oh no!” I didn’t think. I jumped out of the sidecar and ran over there, then drove my fist into the side of Dutch’s head. The jolt hurt my knuckles and rattled all the way up to my shoulder, where it ached. Dutch wavered on his feet and the gun fell to the ground. I hit the guy again and again, until he dropped to the dirt, and I was still punching when Ethan dragged me off him.
“What are you doing?” Ethan asked. His eyes were huge and he shook his head.
“He was going to shoot you!”
He pursed his lips. “We have to hurry. Someone will have heard those shots.”
“What are you doing?” I asked as Ethan dragged the groaning man away from his car.
“Giving Dutch what he deserves and following orders. King’s pissed at you for making him look bad, asshole.” He slapped Dutch, but much like when he’d beaten Gerard, I didn’t exactly mind it. This man wasn’t good. “And I’m mad because you could’ve gotten us all shot, you fucking idiot.” Ethan drew his arm back and blasted Dutch’s cheek with his palm. His head flew to the side.
“What are you doing?” I asked again.
“Get in the sidecar,” Ethan yelled.
Nodding, I rushed back to the bike, and I thought we were going to leave the guy there, since he was already hurt, but I covered my eyes as Ethan hopped on and drove toward him.
“What are you doing?” I felt like I was stuck in a loop.
Ethan let out a dark chuckle. “Taking him out at the knees.”
The sound as we drove over the man’s legs was horrendous, and he immediately began to scream.
“King wants you at the clubhouse tomorrow by eleven,” Ethan yelled in Dutch’s general direction, and he wore a grim smile as we left.
I gripped Ethan’s thigh as he drove us away, and I held on until we reached the clubhouse. When the motorcycle stopped, he hopped off and cursed as he looked at the front of the sidecar. He ran his finger over something while he shoved off his helmet.
“There’s a bullet hole here.” He glanced up at me, face going white. “You could’ve ended up shot.”
“You could’ve, too,” I said, ripping off my helmet and tossing it. I got out and for the first time ever, I was furious at him. I walked around and my heart nearly stopped as I spotted the hole in the metal. Where had the bullet gone? Not into me or him, but that was some serious luck. “What was that back there?” I shoved him.
He dropped his helmet, then dragged me against his chest and kissed me. I moaned, and he reached into the sidecar, tugging out the big bag from the store. We kissed our way over to the door, which was leaning on its hinges, but then someone came bursting out. He was huge, with the kind of chest that had enough muscles to stop a moving car, and he stumbled, landing on his front with a groan.
“Do you need help?” I asked.
“Nope, just leave me here,” the man said, then tugged his hat down so that the brim covered his eyes. “Floor’s comfy. Wait, this isn’t the floor.”
“Goddamn it, Dash,” someone shouted from the hallway. He came out and began to drag Dash off to the side so he wouldn’t be blocking the door, and I noticed a jagged scar cutting down the right side of his face. “Fuck, you need to drink less. You’re too big for this.” Another tattooed man I didn’t know came out to watch what was happening, and he shook his head.
“Shit, aren’t you Andy Spire’s boyfriend?” Ethan asked the guy busy swearing under his breath.
The man laughed. “Yeah.”
“Who is Andy Spire?” I asked.
They all looked at me.
“What, were you living on the other side of the moon?” the guy who’d been dragging the drunk man asked, then stopped to laugh again.
“I guess,” I said.
Ethan hauled me through the door, and we went down the short hallway to the barroom, then over to the doorway hiding a set of stairs. Ethan kept snagging kisses as we went up to the room. I wanted more and pressed my mouth to his as he shoved the door closed behind us. He tossed the bag next to the bed, and it was a race to see who could get naked first. I’d never felt this way. I was hot and my cock pulsed. I could run a marathon right now.
“You hit someone for me.” Ethan laughed like that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. He shoved my shoulder.
