AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Stop!”
The other guy with cropped brown hair frowns at me, eyes wide with anger and shock. And yeah, a lot of fucking fear. “What the fuck?”
“Play grownup games, win grownup prizes,” I tell him and lunge forward, reaching for my baton. “You want a piece of this, or do you want to live another fucking day?”
He helps his friends get up, and then they take off, running at full speed.
I kneel down to check out Olly. He’s a little bloody but responsive. “Talk to me, Olly. Are you okay?”
He grunts, flashing a wide smile. “Got a killer headache, but I’m good.”
I nod and look up at Tank. “Good. Let’s get the fuck out of here. Back to the clubhouse.”
The ride back feels long, but maybe it’s because I’m alone on my bike while Olly and Tank are in the van together. Either way, I swear it’s never-ending rather than soothing, and by the time we make it back to the clubhouse, I make a beeline to Maggie’s room, ignoring the frowns of my brothers and their women.
Maggie is here; she left me, but she came back. That means something, doesn’t it? It has to, but on the heels of that thought comes another.You’re not good enough for her.
The state of those assholes is proof of that. I lost my shit. Again. Got stuck in the past. Again. I notice her door is latched from the outside. Frowning, I unlatch the hook and pound on the door. “Maggie?”
When it swings open and I see it’s Maggie, I practically tackle her in a hug, my lips meeting her face in a flurry of desperate kisses. “Nova,” she moans, pushing me back.
“I thought you were gone for good,” I gasp, my hands roaming her body to confirm she’s real, that I’m not spiraling into some delusional state.
“I was, but then I came back.”
She came back. For me? For us? “Why?”
“I don’t even know.” Her tone is annoyed.
“I’m glad you did.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re glad your boys locked me in here like a fucking prisoner after I gave them what they needed to get Viper’s girl back? Good to know.”
“What?” She gave Ace the info on Willow? “What the fuck did you just say?”
“You heard me,” she growls, shoving at my chest until I’m in the hall once again. “I said what I said,” she blurts out before slamming the door in my face.
“We’ll talk later,” I promise through the door and go search for Ace, who’s in the bar sipping a beer with his arm flung around Kenna’s shoulder. “What the fuck, Ace? You locked her in the room?”
He nods unapologetically. “Yes, I locked her in the room until you could get back and control her. Bitch is fuckin’ psycho, and we don’t need any more fucking trouble. Jesus man, my ol’ lady’s gonna have a baby soon.”
“You mean the trouble of her helping us get Willow back? That’s how you fucking repay her? Unbelievable.” My anger bubbles up to the surface. “I’ve always backed the MC. Even when I didn’t agree, I was on board with whatever plan you decided, but the one fucking time I ask for the same, you shit all over it.”
“Dude, get your balls out of her purse. You’re being a little dramatic.”
“Dramatic? You know what’s fucking dramatic? Saving Banger’s life. That’s dramatic. Rescuing Willow? More fucking dramatic!”
My hands begin to shake, and I feel my anxiety start to take over, but this time, there are no dead bodies, just white-hot rage.
“Dude, relax. She came back here for protection. And we’re protecting her.”
“If not for her, Willow would still be chained up in that fucking house, scared and hungry, and that’s not worth a few dollars to leave town? We’re fucking flush with money! It sure as shit has to be worth not locking her in the room like a goddamn criminal.”
Ace stands, Dix and Shades behind him in a silent show of solidarity. “I’m thinking about the MC, and you’re thinking about getting your dick wet.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it. It’s always been about the MC for me, but for you, Dix, Shades, and the rest of you guys, as soon as some woman came into the picture, all of that flew out the fucking window. Gia was fucking kidnapped by Hector. Still, we helped her. McKenna and Kelsey, too. Even Letty,” I say, letting my gaze land on my brothers. “Nothing to say? That’s what the fuck I thought.”
Olly drops a hand on my shoulder, and Stone does the same on the other, another show of solidarity, but this time with me.
