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“What?” she says, “Fuck him!” She pushes me away and stomps off. “He can’t say that about my brother!”
Lara pushes past as Chase dashes out with Phil and Fletch in tow. “MY FUCKIN’ BIKE!”
He runs for it but there’s nothing he can do…unless he’s willing to use his own body to put out the flames. I turn and find Cassidy and Nick both going in after Lara.
Shit!
I run for the door and pass Matt, Rick and Charlie as they come out with the extinguishers.
Inside, Lara is already sitting down and asking Carla for another round.
I see Dom rushing down the stairs from his second-floor office, “What the fuck is going on?” His voice echoes through the whole space.
Carla points outside and Lara shrugs. Everyone else shuts the fuck up.
Younever…ever…touch a man’s bike. Member or not…you just don’t do it. Don’tevertouch another man’s bike. That’s like hitting on his wife.
It’s like fucking his old lady.
It is on the list of the greatest sins you can commit against another man in a club like this.
Dom hurries past me on my way to the bar counter.
“Lara. Thatwas not cool!”
“I don’t give a fuck,” she knocks back a tequila and makes a face. “He’s a drunk bitch talking out of school. I should have sethimon fire! He can suck my dick!”
Nick and Cassidy look mortified. Theyknowhow bad this is.
I turn her to me, “They’re not going to let this go. You’re in trouble. You know that, right?”
Lara ignores me and takes another shot.
Fuck.
There’s aBANGas the door slams open. Chase is standing there looking murderous. He’s about to come for Lara, so I get between them, but I don’t need to. Dominic yanks him back by his collar and says, “Shut your mouth, you’ve done enough! You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass myself!”
“See? Lara smiles at me.
“I don’t see! Don’t talk back andmaybeyou’ll get out of this.”
“Out of what?” Lara shrugs as Dom stomps up to us.
He turns her around on her stool, “What the fuck Lara?” The way he says it leaves no room for misinterpretation.
“Weirdest thing huh? There was this shadow in the bushes and suddenly the bike was on fire,” Lara gestures with her hands, playing innocent. “The guy must’ve run off. Who would do something like that to poor Chase?”
Dom silently places a piece of the bottle on the counter. It has the Jack Daniels logo on it. Then he reaches down and holds the bottom of her shirt.
Lara tugs her shirt back nervously, “Those two things taken separately mean absolutely nothing. That’s not proof.”
Dom looks at Nick, then at me. We don’t say anything, but our silence speaks volumes. Our loyalty is to the club first. If he asks us, we’re going to tell him the truth.
He doesn’t need to ask though. It’s written all over our faces. The whole bar is deathly quiet and everyone is watching the scene unfold.
You don’t touch another man’s bike.
You just don’t.
