And with that, she turned around and made her way down the stairs.
I took a deep breath, my fingers fisting the material in my hands as I fought with all my mental strength to calm down.
This was okay. We were going to be okay.
Dante might know where I live, but Dante was also a sadistic bastard. He would toy with me before making his move. He’d get a sick pleasure out of mentally torturing me, driving me half mad as I wondered when he would finally strike.
If he had any plans of striking immediately, he would have done it already. He wouldn’t have sent Axel a card—andtherefore me a warning. Because that’s exactly what that card was. A warning.
He had the means and the manpower to storm in here and take Axel, and I’d be powerless to stop it.
No. He thought he had me caged. He wanted to toy with me like a laboratory rat experiment.
I wouldn’t give him the fucking satisfaction.
I had enough savings to get out of here and fly far, far away. Fuck going under the radar. He knew where I was, so withdrawing all the money I could get my hands on wouldn’t make a difference. No doubt he had spies at the airports, but that was okay. I wasn’t stupid enough to go straight to the airport. He was not going to make me lose all sense of logic and reasoning.
I would go to Hayley’s, and I would make a plan. Between the two of us, we would figure it out. All I had to do was make it to Hayley’s, and we would be okay.
Chapter 2
Dante
I laughed as Rachel gave a panicked little squeak and then disconnected the phone. I could almost picture her frantic expression, and it was enough to make my dick hard.
I always loved it when she felt helpless. Did that make me slightly sick? Of course it did. But I didn’t care.
“Well…” Shark said, his cheeks expanding as he blew out a breath. “She sounds—”
“Fucked?” Vienna finished for him.
“Panicked. I was going to say panicked,” he snapped back. I rolled my eyes, knowing Shark and his old lady, Jenna, had always had a soft spot for Rachel. Especially with Rachel and Jenna’s ridiculous “sin” bullshit they had going for a while there. Jenna still tried to keep it up and running, especially as there were a few new old ladies in the mix, but she lacked the same enthusiasm she had when Rachel was around.
Oh, look. Another thing she’s ruined,I thought to myself, adding that to the list of Rachel’s crimes.
“It’s nothing she didn’t bring on herself,” Hacksaw shrugged. “She’s not really left us much choice.”
Shark wisely kept quiet, although the look on his face said he was anything but in agreement.
“Everything in place?” I asked Vienna, ignoring the other conversations. They weren’t important right now.
I looked around at the men—some of my own, some members of our Scottish charter. Who technically belonged to me, too, but they had their own president that they listened to on a day-to-day basis. The Leeds charter was the founding group, but the expansions were separate clubs in their own right.
We were sitting in their Church room, the ultimate sanctuary for a biker. Other than being on the road, this was the place where we could truly be ourselves. Prospects were permitted into meetings on our say so, but other than those, no unpatched members could stay within these walls. Which meant anything said within Church, stayed within Church.
“Everything is as it should be.”
“And she’s doing exactly as expected?”
“Throwing her clothes into a bag as we speak,” Vienna nodded.
Vienna was my right-hand man. My vice president. Alone, we were dangerous. Together, we were unstoppable. Much like Crash and Zach before us, we were a force to be reckoned with, and we had already made significant changes to the way the club was run.
“Is this necessary?” One of the Scottish men asked. I lazily cast my eyes in his direction and noticed the tag on the front of his cut identifying him as “Bagpipes.”
Well, that’s original!
Biker nicknames were optional, and were usually given by your fellow brothers. Vienna was given his name when he was caught singing the song by Billy Joel way back in high school. Shark was given his name because he makes the charcuterie boards for poker night, and Hacksaw, because he’s damn good at hacking the police databases, as well as being handy with a saw.
