He starts the bike, and we are off.
Nodding, I stand up and take one last drink of my drink. Then I slide out of the booth. We just ate our amazing dinner. Jordan places his hand on the small of my back as we walk out. A bunch of men laugh as we walk by a booth, and I look over.
Holy shit.
It’s one of the MC men. The Devils Slaves.
Jordan sees the same thing. He looks at me and then at the men. His arms curl around my belly, and I twist to the side.
“Call the men now,” he whispers and hands me the phone. He bends down, my body curling with him, and power-walks out of the building with me.
We step outside and hurry to the bike. I click Kyle’s number.
“Yeah.”
“Kyle, the Devils Slaves are at the steakhouse.”
“Where’s Techy?”
Turning around, I see him with a knife in his hand. He’s going bike to bike slitting their tires.
“He’s slitting their tires,” I whisper for some unknown reason.
“Angel, tell him we are going to the clubhouse.”
“I heard him,” Kyle says.
I go over to Jordan’s bike, pull my vest over my chest, snap the sides with one hand, and slip my helmet on next. “We will see you in a bit,” I tell Kyle before hanging up.
Jordan walks over to me and climbs on. I climb on behind him, pressing myself hard against his back. The bike starts, and I see the door to the steakhouse open and the men pile out. They look at us then to their bikes.
Jordan laughs, reaches between us, grabs his gun, and points it at them.
Holy shit. Is he going to kill them?
He pretends to shoot them, and the guys just stare at him. He backs up with his feet, and then he drives out of the parking lot, The Devil Slaves are still staring at us. It’s kind of creepy, and I wish they would have done something because it feels like they are planning something. I kind of figured they were already, but this makes it more real. You know?
Laying my head on Jordan’s back, I run my hand up and down his stomach. I don’t feel scared at all. Jordan makes me feel safe even when we are in dangerous situations. I know, with him in my presence, I will never be hurt.
A few minutes later, we pull up outside the clubhouse. We see all of the men waiting outside. A prospect opens the gate, and we barely have our back tire in before the gate is slammed closed.
I climb off and Jordan climbs off behind me. Locke comes up to Jordan, handing him an iPad. Jordan immediately starts pushing a lot of buttons. Peering over his shoulder, I see a couple of buildings.
A piercing alarm comes on, and I wince, putting my hands over my ears.
“They are a mile away. Two of them.”
Oh shit.
Jordan’s hand wraps around my forearm, and I am pulled close to him. We all stand and wait. My chest is beginning to hurt because of the anticipation of what’s to come.
“Want me to DTB?”
Kyle shakes his head.
I hear the rumble of the bikes, and Jordan steps in front of me, letting the arm behind my back fall. I see the bikes come into view. They have their guns raised and I jump as shots ring out.
Jordan pushes me behind him, and I peek from the side of him. The bikes are parked at the front of the gates, shooting toward us, but they are hitting the bulletproof glass.
Grinning, I step out behind Jordan. Raising both hands, I flip them off. One of them glares at me, and I see his mouth moving. Then another shot rings out and the man falls off his bike. The other man drives off, leaving his man lying there.
What happened to never leaving a brother behind?
Locke climbs down from the tower thing, a gun in tow. The gate slides back. Two prospects grab the guy and pull him inside. Locke walks over to us, but all I can do is stare at the gun in his hand. The one he just shot the man with.
“Why did you shoot him?” Kyle asks.
Locke looks at me. My stomach sinks. I lick my parched lips and lay my head on Jordan’s shoulder.
“He called her a bitch.”
I stare at him in shock. He shot that man because he called me a bitch.
Jordan smiles. “Thanks, man.”
Locke nods at Jordan and then winks at me.
Well, then.
“Take him to room four,” Kyle yells, and the prospects drag him inside. “Take your woman home, Jordan, but come back here.”
Jordan nods and leads me back to his bike. A prospect follows close behind and then climbs onto his own bike. He will be standing guard outside the gate until Jordan gets back.
As I walk into the room where the man is detained, I see Butch walking over to him, getting in his face. The man jumps back, and I smell something awful.
Well, fuck me. The man shit himself.
What’s up with all of these men not being able to control themselves? Torch has made a couple of men piss and shit themselves multiple times over Kayla.