Cole
Two choppers were approaching, and I didn’t need to look out the window to know which club they belonged to.
The Fallen Saints.
No one else in the Gray Reapers populated this bar this much. No one in the Black Reapers would have come all the way to Ashton for an afternoon drink when they had Bottle Revolution in Springsville.They must have tracked her on her phone.
“Did you sell us out?” I growled, even though I strongly suspected that was not the case.
“Absolutely not, I just got here!”
“Did you speak to your father at all since you left my place? Called him? Anything.”
“No... no, well, I mean, I called him, but I hung up right after, I—”
Damnit, that was more than enough!
Lucius had tracked her phone and had only needed her to call him for him to know that she hadn’t discarded the phone. And now, whomever he had sent down would be here in a matter of seconds, willing to use force and violence to take her back.
Just when it seemed like I had found a town untouched by club violence, Tom’s Billiards was about to become the second Brewskis.
I was pissed. I went from thinking to acting on instinct. Even though I would have nothing to do with Lilly—even though we were just having a conversation that reminded me of why I felt drawn to her—I grabbed her phone, threw it on the ground, and smashed it with my boot.
“What the fuck?!?”
“You’re welcome in advance,” I said. “If you’re trying to hide from someone, you don’t ever give them a fucking morsel of information about your whereabouts. Phoenix, we gotta get out—”
“They’re here,” Jess said.
I hurried over to the window. It was too late. Two Fallen Saints were parking their bikes and dropping their kickstands. Neither were Lucius—the red cut would have given him away—but that only meant that when we killed these two assholes, we’d still have the head honcho to deal with.
“I’m not leaving this bar,” Phoenix said. “Not while Jess is here. I don’t trust these fuckers to not riot and harm her.”
I cursed under my breath. I turned back to Lilly. She was planted in the booth, and though she was doing everything in her power to look like she could handle the situation, she truly looked like she was about to crack.
Damnit, if Phoenix wasn’t leaving Jess…
“God fucking damnit,” I muttered under my breath, walking back to Lilly. “Hide.”
“You’re sure—”
“You have no time to argue,” I said. “If they see you, they will do whatever it takes to take you to Daddy. And that includes shooting us and you.”
Lilly got the hint. She grabbed her bag and ducked into the women’s bathroom. I grabbed what I could of her cell phone, stuffed it into my pocket, and slid the debris underneath the booth. Phoenix, not leaving his back exposed to the window and giving himself a clear line of fire, came over to the booth and nodded to Jess to stay put.
“Guess we’re all staying here, huh?” he said.
I bit my lip.
“Let’s fucking pray this isn’t the new Brewskis,” I said.
And the door swung open.
Both of the Fallen Saints had brass knuckles on. They also very obviously had guns on their hips, though neither had their weapon drawn. Both wore sunglasses, black bandanas, and cuts that had the Fallen Saints logo on the front and, presumably, the rear. They looked at us in surprise, but given that we both were sipping on drinks—albeit with our eyes very much locked on them, ready to respond at an instant’s notice—neither of them went for their guns.
But for a good half-dozen seconds, though, neither of us trusted the other to remain still. The tension meant that even placing my glass down on the table, even someone leaning on their right foot instead of on their left, could have been the spark that burned down this whole place. There were never any guarantees when the Fallen Saints and the Reapers met in the same room, and the only thing keeping them from firing, I figured, was their suspicion that Lucius’ daughter was somewhere inside.
“Gentlemen!”
