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Damn, this woman kept asking.
“That’s all for now.”
“Welcome to the Road Monsters MC. Monster.”
“What did you call me?”
“You don’t like it?”
“Monster? Isn’t that a bit obvious?”
“I’m sure I don’t have to read out our code. You know to keep quiet?”
“Yeah, I know. I know. I can’t tell a soul.”
She hung up.
Fuck.
Chapter 13
Levi / Monster
Before we left, Maren and I talked about how long the ride to Cotton Town, Tennessee would take us. Around thirteen hours if we rode straight through. Getting out my smartphone, we mapped our route. We wouldn’t go through Arkansas where our enemies were. Our path would take us through Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama to avoid them. Entering Tennessee from the south was risky. We would avoid riding anywhere near Nashville getting to our destination, but when I left her guarded by another man, I would be close by.
Of course, we would have to avoid the Royal Bastards in those states. I mapped out a path that avoided their territories as much as I could. Maren enlightened me about where to go to steer clear the Asphalt Gods MC in those places as well.
I wanted to stay far away from New Orleans. “Our founding chapter rules this area and further out. We will have to cross over the state through Shreveport,” I said, showing her the area on the map.
“You better not. The Gods there are brutal. Their President, called Bones, is a collector of his namesake. He’s a cold-blooded killer. Phobia transferred from there, so they are friendly, at least.”
I shivered at the thought, though I had heard tale of worse men in their gang. Even some men in my own. They called me a monster, and I was cruel at dealing out punishment, even blinded by revenge most times, but I wasn’t a sicko.
Our journey got longer as we planned to take some of the back roads to evade all trouble. I knew it was overkill as we would just be riding through, displaying no colors, but you never knew who you would encounter on the road. Bikers were everywhere, watching out. They were in Nashville anyway. I knew Kingpin had more members than you could shake a stick at. A slew of them did nothing but watch for other bikes coming into our territory.
I thought about renting a cage and really avoiding all bikers. Nevertheless, I wasn’t a pussy. I wouldn’t give up riding to hide out. Not to mention, we got a late start, and we could take the back roads a lot faster on a motorcycle. As it was, we would have to stop somewhere for the night at some point. I wasn’t about to ride tired with a pregnant lady at my back.
When I told Maren, she said, “Hotel not motel, please.”
I agreed. “I have no idea where we will be hiding out, so let’s make it somewhere nice.”
We left the motel but stopped by Maren’s house really quick for her to hop on her motorcycle. Thankfully, the woman had left so much behind before, she didn’t complain about not being able to really pack. Since she knew I was selling my ride, she did find a backpack, so we could haul our stuff back to Tennessee on her Softail that had smaller saddle bags. I made her get her helmet, too.
She complained I was treating her differently now that I knew she was pregnant, and she was right. It’s not that I didn’t love her before. I just thought differently since I decided to protect her and her child. Maren grumbled, but she agreed she should wear one.
“I only wish you would,” she remarked, tugging hers on.
“Beautiful,” I remarked with a wink when she had it on.
“Fuck, I better feed the cat.” Maren went inside with her helmet on and dumped out an entire bag of cat food. “When she wants to, she can get out by the hole you put in the back window to break in here.”
Even better, I didn’t see Payday again. As we safely left Maren’s house, her phone, her cat, her club, her cut, and Galveston, Texas behind, a sense of relief mixed with trepidation moved through me. So much trouble and uncertainty lied on the road before us. We rode into the unknown, as I trusted a strange club with our lives. But we were on our way together. I never dreamed I would be risking my life for someone from the Asphalt Gods MC. More than that, I never thought I would be in love again.
I rode my favorite Harley for the last time. The engine roared beneath me like a monster. I knew the ride on hers wouldn’t be as nice. I glanced over to see Maren riding beside me, her hair even though pulled back in the helmet, whipping around in the wind. She looked badass. But. Fuck. Although we rode side by side, our eyes fixed ahead, I worried about her.
I signaled for us to pull over at a gas station when we got out of Texas. I needed to check the phone that dinged in my pocket. Once I did, I had to make a phone call.
Dialing the number from the text, I was nervous as hell when the line rang. It seemed to ring forever. Feeling like a traitor to the Royal Bastards MC, I watched Maren, who gassed up her Harley. She was worth all of this, I told myself.
