Spence scoffed. “Well there’s no need to feel jealous. She knows she’s invited.”
Before Leo could raise another point, Spence kicked open the front door and stepped into the breezy night, holding me firmly in her arms. The longer she did this, the more ridiculous it felt.
“You know, I can walk.” I quipped, smiling at her. Our faces were mere inches away; I was sure it was exactly the way Spence wanted it.
Wiggling her brows, she laughed. “Of course youcould. But it’ll be a long night, and I want to make sure you can last in those heels. They’re too damn pretty.”
As she stepped onto the gravel driveway, the stones shifting underneath her Chelsea boots, Spencer nodded toward the ground. “See, think about how much of a pain that would be.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. Until I saw Dom putting on her own bike helmet, climbing onto the pitch-black motorcycleparked out front. Sleek and shining, the bike didn’t even have a logo on it.
At least, not one I could see from here.
A part of me hated watching her drive away, hearing the roar of that engine fading down the driveway as Spencer finally set me on the gravel.
This vendetta is so fucking stupid.
I didn’t want to feel this way about her. From everything Spencer and Leo had told me, Dom was kind of a sweetheart. She took good care of them. How bad could she really be?
But then I heard her rev the engine, the closest thing to a goodbye that I’d get from her.
Rolling my eyes, I remembered who Dom really was around me.
Mean. Cruel. Harsh.
A break would do me good. Her nastiness was a pain in the ass. And it was a real buzzkill from the fun of the night ahead.
I still had no idea where my two angels were taking me, but I knew it would be a good time if they were there. From what I’d gleaned Valemont Violence was full of badass women with powerful bikes, and I wanted to see where they hung out.
And where they’re putting those bags of cash.
44
KIERA
I’d chosento ride on Leo’s bike because, given my previous experiences with both of my saviors, it was a much smoother ride. What I didn’t anticipate was Spencer goading Leo with her reckless driving. And Leo sure didn’t like losing.
I clung to her back for dear life as she revved the engine, picking up speed to match the blue Suzuki.
So this is how I die. At 120 miles per hour.
The backroads outside Valemont were abandoned at this time of night, which meant it was just me and my angels streaking through the darkness like falling stars. I’d have liked to think the stars were pretty, but in truth, I couldn’t see them through the blur of motion.
Cutting Spencer off, Leo slowed the Ducati, forcing Spencer to slow with us. But a second later she was zipping forward, slowing long enough to shoot me a wink before zooming ahead into the woods.
They only slowed once we pulled off the paved road, climbing up a loose dirt pathway through the woods where our traction wasn’t as certain. I had half a mind to hop off and walk the restof the hill, but before I could make the suggestion, we arrived at our destination, and the pissing contest finally came to an end.
Thank fucking god.
The dense trees opened up to a small clearing of patchy grass with a big, cement structure sitting at its center. Built into the side of a mountain, the windowless block only had one opening: a big black void guarded by a rusty old gate. One, it seemed, these bikers had access to since the tunnel was wide open. I couldn’t make out much through the darkness, but the tunnel seemed to be teeming with partiers.
Scattered around outside of it were a handful of trashcan fires and a whole lot of bikes. Valemont Violence didn’t play around when it came to a party or their rides, it seemed. The bikes varied in color, size, and make, but one thing was clear even from a distance: they were pristinely maintained.
Rock and metal blared over the clearing from a large portable speaker on top of some nearby rocks. But the closer we drew to the tunnel, the more obvious the tremors in the earth became: something much louder and much deeper than that speaker vibrated from within the tunnel.
Leo turned to pull the Ducati in line with the other bikes, but not before Spencer jacked the closer spot to the door. Leo’s shoulders stiffened as she muttered under her mask. “Fucking asshole.”
Once we parked, I pulled my helmet off and immediately looked over to Spencer. “What the fuck is this place?”
