Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(49)

I wanted to believe he did all this shit by paper like a hundred fucking years ago because the cock hanging outta his mouth was too big to talk.

I flipped through more, taking it all in, quick little notes between Elle's old man and some mafia fucker – Zee.

It all made sense. Finally.

Gil hadn't turned rat. He wasn't the greedy asshole I'd thought, trying to make a special deal behind California's back with the goddamned Chinese.

It was worse than that. The stupid, stupid, stupid motherfucker was trying to gut the Chinese all alone, and he'd dragged Elle into it too.

Had to get this shit to the Prez. There'd be time to ball the Russians out later for going to Gil first instead of Blackjack.

Fuck, I had to save my girl!

I tucked the rest of the papers underneath my arm and ran outta the house. Still didn't have a clue where those fuckers were, but I'd find them. Just hoped to hell I'd get there before I turned on the radio tomorrow and heard about a massacre with one dead blonde caught in it on the local news.

Tacoma's clubhouse was almost as empty. When I rolled up, a couple scared looking prospects pointed guns my way, hiding behind the gates.

I marched up to the iron bars and put my hands on 'em, shoving my face through the middle. They nearly shit their pants.

“You're wearing the wrong bottom rocker,” a kid named Carbon said, trying to sound tough. “We're not letting you in. Don't give a shit if you're the asshole who married the Prez's daughter.”

“Open the fuck up. The whole Redding crew's on its way, and there's only two of you. Otherwise, you'd be calling for more guys when I'm standing on your doorstep like a fucking wolf.”

The two prospects looked at each other. The other one had smaller balls. His gun went down so fast his buddy swore, reluctantly walked over, and pounded the switch for the gate.

I waited while it slid open.

Soon as I was inside, I put my arms around them both, and shoved them to the fucking ground in one swift push.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” Carbon roared, squealing louder when I stomped on his leg. Hard enough to scare him, press his ass into line, rather than do any real damage.

“Listen up, boys, both of you. Club rules say you're both with me now. You've been drafted. I'm guessing your officers are all MIA. That puts you under Redding's control since I'm the only full patch brother here.”

“Brother? You? Fuck me!” The other guy rolled, trying not to choke on the irony.

“Yeah, asshole,” I growled. “We'd better start acting like it, too. I'm guessing you wanna earn your bottom rockers and save your boys. Can't say I give a fuck about your futures in this club, but my old lady's with your boys, wherever the fuck they scampered off to. Here's how it's gonna go down...”

They didn't protest when I finally let 'em up. They took me inside the clubhouse and went to the bar.

They spilled everything there – all they knew, anyway.

I listened to 'em talk about the big raid, the dirty deal going down with the Chinese that wasn't really a deal. It was a goddamned ambush, just like I already knew.

None of these boys could've been any older than twenty-one. About the same age I was when I took on the patch for life and drew my first blood for these colors. They'd both made the right choice, saved themselves from a blade in the guts.

If Lady Luck decided to give us all a nice, big kiss today, then they'd both have a long life of drinking and whoring ahead.

I'd settle for undoing everything that happened yesterday at the park. As soon as backup came, we'd all be heading down to that warehouse where something had obviously gotten fucked up. They said their guys left hours ago, and hadn't checked in since.

I wasn't waiting to save my girl. Forget the divorce, forget disowning her, I hadn't meant any of that shit when she forced my hand.

I'd win her back, and make sure she knew her place forever this time. I'd tape her sweet lips shut if it saved her from ever risking her life again. And I'd also kill every last brain dead sack of shit who'd dared to put her in danger – even her old man. Shit, especially her old man.

Didn't care if the fuck was dead and I had to drag his ass up outta hell to do it. I'd make him pay for putting my woman's life on the line, so help me God.



I hadn't been fully sober this long in years by the time I heard the roar of my brothers' bikes. It felt like a fucking eternity waiting for them to show, and now that they were here, it was like a lightning bolt struck down my throat and got me moving.

Fists at my sides, I marched out before they climbed off their bikes and started busting open the gate. Soon as they saw me coming, everybody relaxed, Roman especially. I motioned to Carbon, and he smashed his hand on the gate's button with a sour look on his face.

“It's clean. No need to do a sweep,” I said, nodding at Blackjack. “Just a couple prospects inside, and they're with us now. Come on, we can't waste another minute.”