Clubwhore (Devil's Renegade MC #1)(43)

I nod, and this time that’s answer enough. Snatching his cut from my arm, he barrels out of the truck, throwing it around his shoulders. I’m in shock. I want to tell him to be careful, but my voice is caught somewhere in my throat.

I must look terrified. Really, I’m not. Bryce is a big guy. He can handle himself. But if there were any doubt he takes the moment to erase it completely.

Like someone flipped a switch, he completely transforms from badass biker back to fun, playful Bryce and gives me a cocky grin. “I promise.” Winking, he slams the door just as several of the Renegades make it to the truck. Together, they rush into the crowd.

I try to keep my sights on Bryce, who is flanking Luke. He seems to not only be behind him, but beside and in front of him all at the same time. Someone rushes toward them. I see Luke slow, his hand fisting at his side prepared to fight, but he’s too late. With one lick, Bryce nearly takes the guy’s head off.

“Hell, yeah!” I shout, jabbing at the air in the truck. I realize my fists are drawn up like I’m prepared to fight. Dropping them, I focus my attention back on the crowd, but both Luke and Bryce have disappeared. Actually, the whole damn crowd has shifted to the back of the building out of my view.

There aren’t enough spoons or belts in this world that could persuade me to stay in this truck. To hell with punishment. I’ve got to see what’s going on. And besides, we’re not the same couple we were at the little house in the middle of nowhere. We’re normal people on a date. His words…not mine.

Jumping out of the truck, my feet barely hit the ground before I’m running. Then I notice everyone else is running too. And they’re coming toward me. Well, in my general direction.

The sound of pipes ring out as one by one everyone scrambles to their bikes and fires up the engines. People are everywhere—running full speed as the sound of sirens can suddenly be heard in the distance.

Before I can turn and run back, I see familiar patches round the corner. Luke is first with the entire club behind him. Shit. I’m hoping Bryce is too preoccupied to notice me, but he does.

“Get in the truck!” Luke yells, snapping me out of my temporary moment of idiocy. He breaks off to the left toward his bike that’s parked somewhere behind us, while Bryce continues to barrel straight at me. Damn, he’s fast.

Not everyone can say they’ve experienced a Lois Lane moment. I may not be falling out of the sky, but my Superman grabs me around the waist—knocking my breath from my lungs as he does. It’s not as graceful and rewarding as the movie makes it out to be.

Slinging open the driver’s side door, Bryce hoists me inside. He gives my ass a push when I don’t move fast enough and jumps in behind me. I manage to right myself just as he floors it, spinning tires in the process.

“Do you even hear me when I tell you to do something?” he asks, breathing heavy as his head whips around trying to locate his club. He sounds just as excited as I feel.

“Not really. There!” I point to a line of bikes crossing the grassy lot between the bar and a hotel. Whipping the truck to the left, he honks and I notice the pack turn and head in the same direction.

The light ahead is red, but Bryce ignores it and I brace myself as he pulls out into the street blocking traffic. Horns honk and blue lights flash only a couple hundred yards away as we sit in the middle of the road.

Pipes rumble beside me and I look out my window to find the club heading down a side street completely unnoticed by the cops that are coming from the other direction. The truck blocks the view, and I beam at the thought of being involved in something so dangerous and law breaking.

“Here.” Cold leather smacks me in the chest as Bryce flings his cut at me. “Fold it inside out and shove it under your seat. These too.” He tosses me several cuts I don’t recognize.

I’m still folding when the last bike passes and Bryce presses hard on the gas, spinning us in the same direction as the bikes. We jerk to the left and then the right until he regains control. I look behind us but the cops are too involved with the motorcycles to pay any attention to a truck.

“You are so getting fucked tonight,” I say, though I’m not sure if I’m telling him or reassuring myself.

“If we don’t go to jail, I’m holding you to that.”

“Why would we go to jail?” Even as I ask, I notice the blue lights that were once in the distance are directly behind us. “Oh shit.”

Bryce slows, making sure to wait until the bikes are out of sight before pulling into a driveway. Putting the truck in park, he looks down at my floorboard making sure the cuts are out of sight. Then his eyes narrow on me.

“You’re my girlfriend. We were having a drink, a fight broke out and we left. To avoid a wreck, I was forced out into traffic. We have no affiliation with any club.”

“The truck is Luke’s!” I blurt, earning me a look of warning.

“Don’t talk unless they speak directly to you. If you breathe one word, Delilah, I will take you to the clubhouse, take off my belt and spank you in front of every patch holder there.”

I bite my lip. Something about the way he said it makes me let out a low moan. Not from the thought of him spanking me, but his tone. Shaking his head, he rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated breath. A giggle rips through my chest. Even though he tries to hide it, I can see a hint of a smile on his face.

A light tap sounds on the window and Bryce lets it down, already handing the officer his license. Another tap sounds on my window and I press the button, painting an upsetting look on my face as another officer shines his light in my eyes.

“You okay, ma’am?”

I nod and swallow hard. Dropping my gaze to my lap, I ignore the way Bryce’s deep, heavily accented voice affects me, as he tells the rehearsed story to the cop at his window.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know, really. We were just sitting there drinking one minute and the next everybody was fighting. The rest is kinda a blur. We ran to the truck, some bikes almost hit us, then we were in the intersection.” My eyes pool with water. “I told him we shouldn’t have went with all them bikes there.”

“Hey,” the officer soothes, dropping the light from my eyes and placing a hand on my shoulder. “Your boyfriend did the right thing by getting y’all out of there. Those bikers are nothing but trouble.” Something ignites inside me at his words. Immediately, I become defensive. That’s my fucking family, pig.

“Baby?” Bryce’s hand reaches for mine. “You okay?” Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bryce. I hear your underlying meaning. He’s telling me to keep my shit together. So I nod, knowing the cops are still watching us.

“Y’all have a safe trip home,” one says. Bryce thanks him and we roll the windows up, neither of us speaking until we’re back on the road.

“I did good, huh?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

He smirks. “Yeah, babe. You saved our asses on that one. The cop I was talking to didn’t believe me until you started your sob story.”

“So what happened back there? Why was everyone fighting?” I’m so sure he won’t answer, I’m stunned when he does.

“Fist fights are more common than you think in the MC. That’s how we handle our business. Problem with that is, sometimes it’s hard to maintain order when there are so many men involved.” He pauses a minute, glancing at me to gauge my reaction. I keep silent, but can’t hide the fascination on my face. It makes him smirk.

“Tonight shouldn’t have happened in a public place like that. It rarely does. But disrespect is never tolerated. The men that wear our patch should always be treated with the utmost respect. Tonight, they weren’t.”

“You mean all that was over disrespect? That seems a little extreme.”

“Respect is earned, babe. And when you work as hard as my club has to get it, you demand to be treated with it. This town belongs to the Devil’s Renegades. Nothing happens here without our approval. Some people agree, some don’t. Tonight, both sides fought for what they thought was right.”

“So who won?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Pride dances in his eyes as he shoots me a wicked grin. “Who do you think?”

I pretend to contemplate my answer. “Well, that seems like a lot to accomplish in such a small amount of time. From what I saw, five minutes wasn’t long enough to really do anything.”

His grin widens. “You’d be surprised, babe. Not only did we win the battle”—his eyes move to the floorboard where the pile of unfamiliar cuts is hidden just out of sight—“we won the whole fuckin’ war.”





CHAPTER 23



In my head, I’d planned for our evening to go a little differently. Something along the lines of us pulling up at home, him telling me to strip, dragging me to the playroom, tying me up, then fucking me until I pass out. But the moment we walk through the door, I abandon my well-thought-out plan, and go straight for the kill.

I leap in his arms without worry of whether or not he’ll catch me. I know he will, and he does. With my hands holding his face, I crash my lips to his in a desperate, hungry kiss. He growls deep in his throat, and I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.