“He thinks it’s one of his members who has suddenly gone missing since the shooting.”
“Who? Someone we know?”
“Yeah. Lefty and Murder’s best friend. Guy named Shark.”
Shark? “Never heard of him.”
“Me either,” Zoo confirms.
“Yeah, that’s what Storm says too. Hangman said he kept quiet until the day he shot him.”
Well, fuck.
“Storm wants everyone at the clubhouse. Too much risk with the weather. He doesn’t want anyone getting stuck out there if Shark decides to come after the club.”
“Then we go on lockdown until this storm is over,” I agree.
Zoo nods. “It’s the right call.”
Smoke and Zoo leave a few minutes later. I’ve got the keys to lock up. Once I walk around and ensure everything is secure for the night, I return to Noelle.
Outside the door, I glance at my cell, checking the storm’s approach. There’s just enough time to reward Noelle for being a good girl. I need to taste her, watch her lose control, and hear her moans of pleasure. I have a feeling that she’s just as eager and impatient as I am.
Chapter 7 Noelle
I’m bored. There’s nothing interesting on TV, and I don’t want to watch a movie. I hop up from the leather couch and make a cup of coffee. It’s scorching hot, and the only creamer is the little individual cups flavored with vanilla. It’s not my favorite. Still, I add a few to the black steaming liquid and a couple of sugars since there’s no artificial sweetener.
When I taste it, it burns my tongue. It also tastes terrible.
I sigh as I set it down, slapping a lid on top. I’m probably not going to drink any more of it.
When the door creaks and opens, I spin around with a smile.Finally.Torque is back.
Only... it isn’t Torque.
I don’t know who this guy is, but he’s not wearing a leather vest like Smoke, Zoo, or Torque, which seems suspicious. Didn’t my biker say that everyone had left for the night?
“Hi.” I pause, trying to stay relaxed. “Do you work here?”
He shakes his head but doesn’t answer. It’s odd.
“Well, I’m just waiting for Torque. He should be back any second.” Yeah, I say that detail on purpose because I want this stranger to know I’m not alone.
He’s wearing dark jeans, a black hoodie, and gloves. He doesn’t push the hood back, which means his face is partially concealed. I see the stubble on his jaw, crooked nose like he’s been in too many fights, and dark eyes. Not much else.
“You want some coffee?” I ask, hoping this weirdo won’t try anything.
He remains quiet. It’s disconcerting.
I pick up my coffee cup and hold it, noticing it’s still incredibly hot. It’s a weapon if I need it. Without another word, I sit on the couch, pick up the remote, and keep him in myperipheral vision. “If you want to watch something while you wait, there are lots of movie channels.”
He finally makes a noise, snorting at my comment.
I’m annoyed that he’s in here and uncomfortable. I don’t know what he’s going to do, but staying calm is my best bet. Torque can’t take much longer before he returns.
There’s a noise outside the door, and the guy rushes forward, ordering me to my feet. His gruff voice doesn’t leave room for refusal, along with the gun he suddenly pulls out from behind his back, ordering me to my feet. I grip my coffee cup and stand, moving into the center of the room.
The door opens, and Torque walks in. He takes about one second to notice the threat, and I see his expression change from calm to furious. It’s like a switch flips inside him. His eyes grow darker and his body tenses as he focuses on the gun in the stranger’s hand. “You must be Shark.”
