I watched them dismount, then emerged, still scanning the horizon.
Nash was already at my bike, frowning.
We exchanged a look and he read me well enough to follow my gaze to the severed brake line.
“Fuck.” He turned it over in his hand. “This was brand new.”
“I know.”
“Two weeks ago.”
“Iknow.”
“Could it have been done before you came here?”
“Unlikely. I’d have splatted on the tarmac before I arrived.”
Nash stood back from my bike, circling it, a fierce frown creasing his usually amiable face. “Not necessarily. If it was a small cut, it could’ve frayed as you rode, getting worse along the way.”
“It was fine this morning.”
“Where did you park at the clubhouse?”
I gave him an idiot scowl. Where did he think I’d fucking parked? Club hierarchy dictated where we left our bikes. Had done since before we were born.
Nash shrugged. “Okay, and where did you go when you got there?”
“To the office. To meet the, uh, accountant.”
He caught my slip and stared, his expression hard to read. “That was an appointment, right? He knew you were coming?”
“The fuck are you suggesting? That some random accountant lured me to a meeting, then sabotaged my bike when I was with him the whole fucking time?”
“Boss, the alternative is someone followed you here. That they knew about the coke run and our plan to raid it. Fuck, they could’ve done the same to every brother out on the road right now.”
I swallowed hard. Unfortunately, that made more sense than Teddy trying to murder me for having fuck-hot sex with him.Does it? You don’t know shit about him. He won’t even tell you his name.
True. But I’d made contact in that pub, not him. Unless I had secret enemies who could keep up with my bouncing sexual desires better than I could, my brothers were in danger and I needed to act fast.
Raging, I booted my Harley hard enough to topple it over. “Call them off. Tell them to pull over and check their bikes, dump the load if they have to. I don’t care. Make them safe.” I pointed at Rubi. “Find Saint. He’s up the chalk hills. Check his bike, then stay with him.”
Rubi nodded. “I’ll try, but you know what he’s like. He’s harder to keep tabs on than you are.”
“Well, someone did,” I snapped. “They followed me here and fucked my bike in the ten minutes I was somewhere else, so tell Saint he ain’t fucking invincible, and don’t let him leave without speaking to me first.”
Rubi took my temper with another nod. Nash aside, he was the most level-headed brother on my crew. If anyone could deliver this news to Saint and convince him not to fly off on a murder mission, it was him.Maybe.It was a cold, hard fact that my sergeant-at-arms was a loose cannon when it came to protecting me.
Wild. Violent.
And I knew why. I felt the same. Only Teddy had ever made my heart pump like it pumped for Saint Malone when I acknowledged the attraction between us.
Something I didnothave the time for right now.
Rubi tramped away, leaving his bike and keys behind, already knowing I’d be riding it home while he took the bitch seat behind Nash. When he was gone, Nash stooped and pulled my hog upright, giving me a look that reminded me why we called him the mother-fucking-hen of the group. While Embry looked after our spiritual wellbeing, Nash took care of the rest. It was how he’d come to be working on my bike in the first place.
I watched him examine the additional mess I’d made of my Dyna, knowing the guilt would kick in soon. My Harley was a part of me, of my family, my history. It was the only thing my dad had ever given me that I’d really fucking wanted. I mean, he’d given me his club, but I’d had to fight for it, and I was still fighting now. And what the hell for? So some cunt could cut my brake lines?
Man, I needed a drink.
