Page 41 of Rage's Bounty


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“Told you how Rage got clean and all the details,” Slick said.

I nodded.

“Well, there was a founder, Fury…” Slick began, and as we sat, the entire story fell from his lips.

I felt horror cross my face when he stopped talking. “Wow, you started dating me, knowing all this?” I asked.

“I couldn’t stay away from you, Summer. You’re like catnip, my own personal drug,” Slick said honestly.

I let loose a giggle, but it wasn’t a happy one.

“And this Fury? He won’t agree to a chat or anything?” I inquired.

“No. The last meeting we had ended up with them taking potshots at us. If Drake hadn’t expected a trap, some of us could have been killed.”

“Slick, I don’t know what to make of this.”

And I didn’t. I was so confused. Vigilantes and street wars were not a part of my life. Such a level of violence was unfamiliar to me.

“Well, I really do appreciate the fact you’ve been completely honest with me,” I finally said.

“I was hoping that this would disappear, that Fury would realise he couldn’t win. But last night proved he’s got no intention of backing down. Fury wants a full-scale war, and Rage and Rapid City won’t roll over and show him our bellies. If Fury wins, he’ll control every aspect of this town. I won’t let him win. None of us will. He’s killed a police officer, disabled our founder Axel, and paralysed a second cop.

“Summer, I didn’t wanna drag you into this. Fuck, I want you as far away from this shit as possible, but I can’t keep away fromyou. I’m drawn to you, and I already care. Yeah, we’ve only been seeing each other for a few days, but you consume my thoughts,” Slick confessed, taking me aback.

I chewed the inside of my cheek. Such honesty from a man was rare. Apart from Dad and Uncle Brian, most men were liars who’d try anything to get into your pants.

“This is a lot to understand. I’m heavily attracted to you, too. And I want more; I deserve more. I’m unsure I can handle being in the middle of such a bad situation. The way you’re living is beyond my experience; this isn’t something I’m familiar with. Nor, in honesty, do I wish to be up close and personal with it.”

“Get that, Summer. Maybe I ought to walk away and see if you’re still available after we settle this?” Slick said morosely.

I didn’t like that ridiculous notion. The way I felt sick at the thought of not seeing Slick spoke volumes. I was just about to speak when cold fear hit.

“What’s this? All your complaining about working hard, and here you are sitting down with a man!” Mom exclaimed from behind.

Damnit, not now! Not in front of Slick.

“Mother, what an unexpected surprise,” I whispered, turning and not only seeing Mom but Marianne too, who looked gleeful.

“I imagine it is. You come home and say you’re tired and working twelve-hour days, and here I find you lounging about with a guy,” Mom said with a sniff.

Mom’s gaze took in Slick, and I wanted to squirm. No good-looking man was safe from Mom and her demands, and Slick was definitely handsome. And if it wasn’t Mom, it was Marianne. Slick’s fingers wove their way through mine, and he squeezed in reassurance.

“I’m having breakfast. That’s not a crime. I’m entitled to eat,” I replied.

“Dear God, girl, did I say you weren’t? But I expected you to be extremely busy considering all the complaining. And who are you, as my daughter lacks the manners to introduce us,” Mom said pointedly.

“This is Slick. He’s a member of Rage MC. This is my mom, Carrie Winters, and my stepmom, Marianne,” I murmured, reluctantly making the introductions.

“Rage MC? That biker gang?” Marianne mumbled with a sniff, matching Mom’s earlier one.

“Rage is a club,” Slick retorted.

“Is there a difference?” Marianne asked snootily.

“Yeah. As a club, we abide and help the law. A gang is the opposite. So don’t insult me again,” Slick said firmly.

Marianne jolted, and she gazed at Mom, who was staring at Slick.

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