Her eyes narrow. “No burnouts!”
I chuckle. “Okay, babe, no burnouts.”
It’s weird having someone care about me like that, wanting me to be safe, being worried about me... it feels good... really good. I’ve never cared about myself, just the club and my brothers. I couldn’t care less about my existence.
I reverse my bike and glance back at her one final time, then follow my brothers out of the clubhouse gates.
Fifteen
He’s a Drug and I Crave Another Hit
Elena
Yesterday’s happinesshas been dwindling since Axle left. I haven’t moved from his bed, although I know I must get ready for work. I grab my phone and message him.
Axle
How is your trip? Did you get there safe? xx
I wait for a reply, but it doesn’t come. My stomach churns.
I go downstairs and see the new guy stocking the bar fridges under the watchful eyes of Grace and Mercedez. When he turns, I see the girls weren’t wrong—he is very handsome. He’s clean-shaven, and I can see the indent of his biceps through his shirt.
“Elena is it?” he asks with a friendly smile.
I smile back. “Yes, and you must be the new prospect.”
“The name’s Rage.” His eyes flick over me, but not in a sleezy way. “Are you ready to leave for work now?”
“I am.”
“I’ll take you,” he says.
I follow him to the front door, but he stops at the computer room. I sense the intensity of Grace’s death stare as I wait for him.
“Hey,” Rage says to Twitch, who’s sitting at his desk. “I’m taking Elena to work. Do you need anything while I’m out?”
“I’m all good, thanks,” Twitch replies.
I follow Rage to the shed. The truck beeps, signaling that it’s unlocked. I move to the passenger side and stare. With my short legs, how am I supposed to get up?
“Is everything alright?” Rage asks from the back of the truck.
I flush. “Do you mind helping me up?”
He smiles. “Sure.” He steps over to me, opens the truck’s door like a gentleman, and picks me up like I weigh nothing so that my feet reach the step.
I take a seat and close the door. He gets into the driver’s side. As we’re driving down the dirt road to town, I glance at him and make small talk. “So... why did you want to become a prospect?”
He looks at me for a second before his eyes return to the road. “I got to know the guys through the fights. After school, I never knew what I wanted to do other than fight, so I thought it would be cool to be part of something.”
“The women at the clubhouse have taken a liking to you.”
“Yes.” He chuckles. “They have.”
He’s been here for only a day, which makes me wonder what the girls have said to him already. “Grace is available.”
“Which one’s Grace?”
