“No.”
I rub the side of my face. I was in such a rush to leave; I should have followed him in my car or got a hotel.
When we reach a gate, Knox puts in a code and it slowly opens. We travel up the gravel driveway until we reach what I presume is the clubhouse. I’m pleasantly surprised. I was expecting some rundown shack, but it’s far from it. It’s a modern two-story farmhouse in a mix of wood and stone.
He pulls into a shed and parks beside a van, but it’s the line of motorcycles that draws my eyes in. Knox turns off the truck, gets out, and goes toward the back of the truck. I open the door and jump down. Knox meets me at my side with my luggage in his hand.
I follow him past the motorcycles, where there’s a man leaning over, working on one. When he sees me, he stands and beams a bright smile.
“Axle, not now.” Knox clips out to him before the man speaks. He’s handsome, with brown hair and a short beard. He mockingly zips his mouth shut, but when Knox turns his back, the man whispers, “Hello,” when I walk past him.
Because of his friendly and playful attitude, I can’t help but smile at him.
I hurry to catch up with Knox, and when we walk inside, a tall, solid man meets us by the front door.
“I need to organize a church meeting,” Knox says to him.
The large man’s eyes lock on me. He scans my face and puts out his hand. “The name’s Reaper.”
Odd name. I’m guessing it’s an MC thing. I place my hand in his. “Zara.”
“I know who you are.”
My head turns in Knox’s direction, and I lift an eyebrow. I’m curious what exactly he has told him.
His eyes return to Knox. “We can have church now if you want?”
Knox’s eyes flick to me and then back to Reaper. “Yeah... now.”
Reaper pushes the door open. “Axle, church!”
“Coming!” the friendly man calls out.
“Help me find the men. Ava and Elena are inside if you want to introduce them to Zara.”
“This way,” Knox says to me, and I follow him through the house. “Church,” he barks when we pass by the living area. His tone makes me jump.
I sense everyone’s eyes on me. I’m used to dealing with a range of people within the community, so I smile and give everyone a small wave. A good-looking man struts toward us with a grin, but Knox stands between us. “Viper. Don’t start your shit! It’s time for church.”
Another strange name.
His friend laughs, his eyes full of mischief. He’s got a manicured beard and short hair on the sides of his head, with longer hair on top.
“Why are you going to church?” I ask them. It didn’t do much for me. The one thing I prayed for—I begged for—was to bring Misty home, and that never happened.
Viper bursts out laughing. “It’s not that type of church.” Knox turns his body toward me, giving me an odd stare.
“Is there another type?” I ask them.
“Club meetings, darl,” Viper replies.
Knox’s head jerks to Viper, his eyes cold.
Viper steps back with raised hands. “Woah! Warning received.”
Warning?
“Ava,” Reaper calls out as he walks toward us. When I look at him, he’s waving at a woman in the kitchen. She puts down the tea towel and walks out. She’s attractive, with long red hair, and a curvy body.
