“What the fuck does that mean?” I hiss.
He shakes his head. “Nothing. Get your shit, we’re going to the club.” He turns and stalks off without saying any more.
My mind is reeling. What the fuck did he mean?
What rival family?
What damn secrets was my mother keeping?
I grit my teeth and forgo making a cup of coffee. I follow Trent out the door, only to slam to a stop at the sight of his Harley sitting there.
“Oh, fuck no,” I breathe out in horror.
Trent brushes past me and shrugs into his cut, making me avert my gaze from the sight of a heart with an arrow through it that’s stitched onto the back, marking them as the BCB.
“It’s a long walk. Either get that ass on this bike or walk.” I grind my teeth. I know he won’t wait for me and the truth is, I don’t hate riding, I just hate riding bitch. Victor taught me how to ride. The feeling of the wind in your hair on the open road is the most freeing experience and makes you feel powerful, untouchable because you’re in control of all that horsepower between your legs. One wrong move and it could be your last. Every time you ride, you tempt fate and that shit is fucking addicting.
“My bike still out in the shed?” Trent snaps his head toward me, shock written all over his face.
“You want to ride?” he hedges.
“I’m not riding sissy with you, looking like some damsel in distress.”
He snorts. “You are though, you’re only here because you need saving.”
“Fuck you.”
“Right now?” My treacherous pussy clenches. I mentally scold the thirsty bitch.
“Is my bike running or not?”
“Nope. Hasn’t been touched in years. Get the fuck on, Taylor. I don’t have time for your shit.” I growl and stomp my way toward him. I don’t give him any warning as I climb on behind him, making him grip the handlebars to keep us upright. He says nothing as he starts the bike, the loud roar of the engine vibrating beneath us. It’s like music to my ears. I close my eyes and revel in this feeling. It's been so long since I have felt this freedom and I hate that I denied myself this.
The ride ends too quickly. When he parks out front of the clubhouse I almost ask him to keep going, but manage to keep the words inside my mouth. He doesn’t offer me a hand as I climb off and run my fingers through my hair. My cheeks are wind kissed and tingling from the feeling of having it slap me in the face. It’s fucking perfect. I don’t wait for Trent as I make my way inside. The second I walk through the front door, everyone turns to me. The conversations die down as they take in the sight of the runaway who turned her back on them.
I hold my chin up and allow them to gawk. Some look happy to see me again but some look downright pissed off that I’m back. My mouth parts on a silent gasp when Tiny stands from his seat in the back and walks toward me with a hard look on his face. To many people he’s scary. He’s six foot six, solid muscle and covered in tattoos from the top of his head down to his toes. His brown eyes appear black and soulless, but not to me.
When he stops right in front of me, I feel a lump form in my throat. We stand here just staring at each other without uttering a single word. He’s always been like a best friend to me. He may be one of Victor’s guys but when it concerned me, he would betray his president.
“It's been a long time, baby girl.” His gruff tone sends a shiver down my spine. Tiny barely speaks. He’ll speak to Victor freely and utter a couple words to Zav, but no one else until… me. I throw myself at him. He catches me and holds me against him.
“Hi, big guy,” I whisper through the lump in my throat.
“Taylor, my office now.” Victor’s stern tone has us pulling apart. I stare up at my friend with sadness in my eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“Tis all good, baby girl,” he says with a wink and steps aside. Victor stands there looking every bit the badass president with his cut worn proudly. His salt and pepper hair is slicked back in that Jax Teller style. Zav stands beside him in a plain white tee and black jeans.
“Time to sit down with the Frondozo’s, Tay Tay,” Trent says as he brushes past me and knocks the wind right out of my lungs.
CHAPTER TEN
VICTOR
She sits across from my desk, gnawing on her damn lip like it’s fucking candy. I see the trepidation in her eyes and it pisses me off. These motherfuckers may be the damned mob and have connections, but mine reach further. I’ll fucking bury those cunts if it means she remains safe. Everything I have done has been for her, she just refused to see that. All she sees is the cut and the bikes, not what we actually stand for.
“They’ll be here in twenty minutes,” Trent announces as he flops into the seat beside her. Zav stands in the back of the room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a furious look on his face.
