The sheriff nodded, tipped his cap to me, and walked back to his vehicle. Without waiting for him to turn his lights off, I peeled off the side of the highway, almost certainly going even faster than I had when I got pulled over.
With the sheriff’s words, it felt like things were coming to a head. It was almost like the Bandits had decided we’d grown too big and were ready for a confrontation to end it all. If that was what they wanted…
I was ready to give it to them.
I was ready to kill Damian, ready to avenge what happened to Rachel, and ready to bring peace to this town.
And it wasn’t just for Brock’s sake, either.
I had my own reasons for wanting to defend Rachel.
* * *
I pulled up to the clubhouse to see that Brock, Steele, Garrett, and Zack had already gone home. Mason was the only one behind, and he was quietly drinking some whiskey at the front of the clubhouse. I killed my bike, nodded, made my own whiskey inside, and came outside and sat by him.
“You took your sweet time coming back,” Mason said. “I was probably another drink away from trying to see if you got ambushed on the way home.”
“I was,” I said. “First by some bitch, and then by some pig.”
“So a woman and a cop,” Mason said dryly. “Do I know either party?”
I nodded.
“Katie and Sheriff Davis.”
“Wait, Katie? As in, Tara’s friend? The hot blonde?”
“Yup,” I said, not really wanting to get into it.
“Wait, she ‘ambushed’ you? What the hell, you fuck her behind her gas station?”
“Funny, Mason,” I said. “I figured getting gas would be quick, and instead, it turned into her asking me out for coffee.”
“And you said yes because doing so would let you fuck her, right?”
I didn’t say anything, taking a sip of my whiskey.
“Wait, you’re serious?” Mason said. “You said no? What the fuck, man?”
“Katie’s not my type,” I said.
“Not your type? What are you, some middle school kid who says he doesn’t want a girl because he can’t get a girl?”
That’s closer to the past than it should be.
“Dude, that chick’s smoking hot. What, did you think you’d have to marry her if you said—”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I said. “You sound just like her now.”
Mason laughed. He laughed enough that I felt obligated to give him a half-grin. Maybe I had reacted a little ridiculously.
“I’m just saying, we get a lot of dumb bitches and fake girls at this club, and while they’re great for a fuck, sometimes, it’s nice to have a girl you don’t want to hang yourself after talking to her.”
“And Katie is that girl?”
Mason shrugged.
“I like someone who can give a little shit. Katie’s not the girl that you go to for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She’s the girl you go to for a slap on the cheek, a challenge, and then some good hate fucking after. But that doesn’t mean that she’s a bad person. Just means maybe she’s not typical.”
