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CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Maggie
I’m losing my fucking mind in this clubhouse. What the hell kind of biker gang is like a fucking sitcom family? I wake up each morning, hoping to find someone to talk to—other than Nova, but when I come out, it’s like Thanksgiving breakfast with too much food, dozens of grumpy bikers, and women with babies chomping on bacon, eggs, pancakes, and sausages, even fresh pastries.
And the pastries Maven creates are heavenly. How have I never stepped foot intoFor Goodness Cakesbefore?
This family gathering shit is just…odd.
I slap some eggs and bacon on toast, grab a Danish, and sit by myself in the corner.
I’ve been holed up in my room for days, planning and plotting. Now, I need to find that one person who’ll lend an ear about my escape plan, so I bounce back to my room.
A few days ago, I grabbed one of the notebooks inside the desk and wrote down everything I remembered about my former crew, where they stash the money and drugs, guns and girls. What houses in what neighborhoods they use, and any security details I can remember.
Club hangouts and favorite restaurants, even what corner stores they’ve claimed as part of BTD turf. It’s all written down, everything I know, and it’s all for these bikers.
If they give me what I want.
A hard knock sounds on the door, and I roll my eyes. I know exactly who it is because the good doctor can’t take a fucking hint. I march to the door and call out, “Who is it?”
“It’s Nova.”
I yank open the door with a phony-ass smile. “What’s up, Doc?”
He smirks, his gaze locked on mine, but goes on before I can tell him I don’t give a shit. “You want to get out of the clubhouse for a few hours?”
Hell yeah, I do. “What’s the catch?” I watch him closely, not just because he’s so good-looking that it should be illegal, but also because I don’t trust him.
“Always suspicious,” he says with a playful smile that nearly unravels my resolve to stay distant and unaffected. “Do you want to get out of here or not? Last chance.”
Taking a deep breath, I muster my resolve. “Give me ten.” Slamming the door with more force than necessary, I rush to change. The black silk headscarf Kelsey gave me a few days ago is perfect for tonight. Slipping into one of the girls’ form-fitting black jeans and lace butterfly top, I smirk, picturing Nova’s reaction.
I’m not wrong. When I open the door, his eyes make a slow journey from head to toe. “Damn, Maggie.” He’s clearly in shock. “Uhm…let’s go.”
I follow him past the bar and straight to the door. “Where exactly are we going?” I should have asked the question before agreeing, but now I need to know. “Nova.”
He stops and turns slowly. “Out.”
I cross my arms. “That’s not good enough.”
“Dinner,” he says stubbornly.
“Fine, but I’m not getting on the back of your bike.”
“Scared?” He’s teasing me, but this is no teasing matter.
“You wish,” I say. “Just don’t want to be your shield on that death trap, especially with the Devils lurking around.”
I prepare to keep fighting him on it, but I don’t need to. “Fine. Let’s take the truck.”
I frown and jog to keep up with his long legs as they cross the parking lot. “That was easy.” Too fucking easy.
Nova chuckles. “I’m an easy guy.”
I pause at the passenger side of a sleek black pickup, looking him up and down. “That cool demeanor you’re frontin’ might fool others, but I see the fire in those eyes.”
For a split second, there’s an unspoken tension between us. The raw intensity in his gaze ignites something within me. “Remember that fire, Maggie,” he whispers, breaking my trance.
