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After a few heart-racing moments, Rafe finally smiled. “Thanks for the offer. Maybe one day I’ll take you up on that.”
I exhaled loudly, releasing the panicked breath I’d been holding. “Well, you know where to find me.”
“Aw, is Mommy fixing your boo-boo?” a voice taunted, followed by a snicker that reminded me of Muttley, the dog from that old cartoon, Wacky Races. Some little shithead with a smug grin on his face brushed past my shoulder, his eyes wide with excitement as he did his best to provoke Rafe. “How sweet.”
“Get the hell out of my face, Hunter,” Rafe growled, his fingers curling into tight fists, which only encouraged Hunter more.
“Does she tuck you in and kiss you goodnight too?” He formed a kissy face with his lips and started making noises. “Right after you cry yourself to sl—”
“That’s enough!” I snapped, grabbing Rafe’s arm right as he was about to swing. As much as I would have loved to let him do so, this other guy, Hunter, was obviously looking for a brawl, which would likely end in another trip to the hospital for Rafe. “Get the hell out before I throw you out myself.”
The bastard turned his dark glare to me. “You don’t own this place, bitch.”
“She doesn’t, but I do,” Bishop growled, stepping into the room with Scoop and Blue on his heels. Blue was already cracking his knuckles, his eyes focused on Hunter, who now looked far less confident. “And last time you were here, I made you cry, so it’s up to you how this ends.”
Hunter shifted uneasily, moving his weight from one foot to the other. “Man, I just need a place to train. The other gym doesn’t have the gear I nee—”
“You mean, they threw you out too because you were being a smart-ass and always starting shit with the other people working out there,” Blue corrected, taking a step toward the front door and pulling it open. “Yeah, I know the owners over there too. Now, Shay said get the fuck out. So…”
The little shit wasn’t happy, grumbling all the way out the door and across the street to a blue and gray Skyline, obviously trying a little too hard to be Paul Walker in The Fast and the Furious.
He threw the driver’s door open, turned back, and held up the middle finger as one last act of defiance before diving into his car. So brave.
Rafe continued to stare, a hard frown on his face as Hunter pulled away.
I tugged at his shirt. “You good?”
He nodded, looking over at Bishop. “That wasn’t the car. Maybe you were right.”
The boys all shared glances between them like they were communicating in some kind of telepathic language. “Um, excuse me,” I said, holding up my hand. “I don’t speak biker, so if you could all explain what you’re thinking out loud, please.”
Bishop folded his arms across his chest, and I already knew it was going to be something I didn’t want to hear. “We’re pretty sure it was Vince or one of his goons who ran Rafe off the road.”
“What?” My mouth fell open. “Why didn’t you tell me… oh my God, Rafe. I’m so so—”
“It’s not on you,” Rafe insisted, shaking his head. “It’s not your fault.”
But I still felt guilty as hell.
“Shay…” Bishop reached for me, tugging at my shirt and drawing me closer. “We’ll figure this out, okay? I’m trying to get in touch with Frank again. See if he can do something, but he’s out of town for a few days. Until then, I asked Match to find Sarah. I know you were worried about her, so Rafe and Blue are going to go pick her up soon and take her to a club safe house until this shit is done.”
I leaned into him, letting out a relieved sigh and laying my cheek against his chest. “I hate this so much. I just want to be able to stop looking over my shoulder every second of the damn day.”
His arm circled my waist, and he squeezed me gently. “It will be over soon. I’m gonna make sure of it.”
I knew he would.
I trusted him.
But I was scared of how many people would have to get hurt first, all because of me.
Chapter Thirty-One
BISHOP
“Well, well, well.” Shay chuckled as she walked out the hospital doors, her hand over her eyes as she strolled into the bright morning sunlight after her night shift. “Where’s your truck?”
One of the boys or I had been dropping Shay off and picking her up for shifts since she started back at work as well as doing regular drive-bys.
