Shade(245)

“Damn, Willa shot Lewis?” Shade was shocked the meek woman had even had it in her to shoot anyone.

Razer nodded.

“How bad?”

“He’s dead.”

Not only had she found enough courage to shoot him, but she had killed the crazy-assed fucker.

Razer looked down at his phone again. “The women are done shopping. We can load the packages in the SUV then follow them home.”

Both men rose to their feet, going to the register to pay their bill with their minds on Lewis, Rachel, and Willa. Shade was sick to his stomach at how close Lily had come to being involved. If Rachel hadn’t gone, then…

“Did Brooke know Rachel was going to Willa’s house instead of Lily?”

“I don’t know. You’ll have to ask Lil—what the fuck!”

Razer and Shade both stared at the carnage which was the only thing left of their bikes. The motorcycles had been destroyed as if they had been hit repeatedly.

“We’ll load the packages up and ride home with the women. Rider and Train can come pick up what’s left of our bikes.” Shade was trying to remain calm and collected, taking deep breaths through his nose.#p#分页标题#e#

“How in the fuck did someone do this without anyone seeing?”

“Because the fucking dumpster hid whoever did this.” Shade pointed to the dumpster in blame. “Whoever did it was mad as hell. They must have been waiting for an opportunity to strike out.”

“You think it was deliberate?”

“Yes. Whoever did this took their time. They wanted to hurt us. Tell Rider when he picks up the bikes to check the diner’s security camera. I don’t want the women to know about this. Lily will worry over who did it, and I don’t want this shit on her mind when the baby’s so close to coming.”

“Do you think it was Brooke?”

“I think it’s a hell of a coincidence, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Look on the bright side,” Shade said, smacking Razer on the back. “We can borrow a couple of Rider’s bikes until we buy new ones. Cash has been gloating about the new one he bought, so we’ll buy a couple that will make his look like a tricycle.”

* * *

“What are you reading?” Lily looked up from her reading device at his question.

“Just a book I asked to borrow.” Shade saw the faint blush on her cheeks.

They were sitting in their living room, watching television before they went to bed. He was leaning over to see what she was reading when her cell phone rang, and she dropped it on her lap to pick the phone up.

“Hello.”

Shade’s attention went back to the television until Lily stiffened next to him. Then he began listening to her end of the conversation.

“He didn’t.” Her lips thinned into a tight line, her violet eyes sparkling with angry fire.

“I’ll call you back.” Lily dropped her phone on the coffee table as she struggled to rise from the couch.

“Where are you going?” he asked curiously, wondering what had made her so angry. Lily didn’t become angry often, and he hadn’t seen her that mad unless he was the one provoking her temper.

“I’m going to have a talk with Cash, and you’re not going to stop me,” she snapped, going out the door.

Shade rose to his feet, walking out behind her and shutting the door she had left open. He watched her heavily pregnant body stomp toward the clubhouse. She went in the back door, going through the kitchen while ignoring the curious looks of the members.

Cash was sitting at the bar with a drink in front of him and Bliss leaning against him, running her tongue over Cash’s bottom lip. She was wearing a lace vest which left nothing to the imagination; you could see her daisy-chain tat on her bared breast. Her hands were curled into his T-shirt, trying to pull him closer. Cash had his head tilted to the side, not giving her his mouth.

Lily stormed up to him, ignoring Bliss.

“Beth told me you were over here when she came home. I can’t believe you took Rachel out then came back here to get … get…”

“Laid?” Shade said helpfully.

His wife threw him a quelling look, which he responded to with a raised brow. Lily took a step away from Shade, giving him her back.

“After everything she did for you, I thought you were smarter.” Lily suddenly lost her fury, turning melancholy. “Beth and I owe a debt of gratitude to you, Cash. If you hadn’t sent Shade’s father here to Treepoint, then we may never have met Razer and Shade. You showed compassion and concern for Beth when you saw she was being mistreated at church. I just don’t understand how the same man could treat Rachel the way you have.”