I wasn’t taking life advice from River. We left him to play the biker version of Mrs Doubtfire and entered the chapel without knocking.
Locke’s chest greeted me.
When he saw it was us, he backed up, but not before I got an eyeful of hard muscle and man.
Unprepared, it threw me, then I set eyes on the men at the table and the heat in my belly switched back to plain irritation. “What happened out there?”
Cam pushed his chair back. “You shouldn’t be in here—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“You want an explanation or not?”
I glanced around the table, taking note of the empty seat before my gaze swivelled back to Locke. “Why are you standing over there?”
Locke leaned against the wall. “Why not?”
“Fine. Consider your seat mine.”
I yanked it out and sat down.
Cam rolled his eyes to the ceiling.
Nash grinned, steady and chill, even in a crisis.
Beside me, Decoy rose and gave his chair to Juana, joining Locke by the door.
She took it, shooting me a wry look, still not over her unrequited crush on our oblivious club secretary. Hersecretcrush. It was a damn shame that Folk was absolutely perfect for our shy soldier. Though I couldn’t lie; Juana would’ve eaten him alive.
I dropped my elbows on the table. “I want to know what happened on the road. No cloak and dagger bullshit.”
“I want to know too,” Juana piped up, already quieting Mateo with a fiery scowl.
Cam was less intimidated by fierce women. He opened his mouth, but Nash spoke first.
“We don’t know what happened. Just that a bike closed in on you, approaching the car from the passenger side, and Locke rode them off.”
I swung my gaze to Locke again. “You saw them?”
He nodded. “They came up fast.”
“How many?”
“Just one. But there might’ve been more I didn’t see.”
“What about the rest of you?”
“We chased them.” Mateo rolled an unlit joint in his fingers. “As much as we could in that traffic. Em got the closest, but we had to pull back before someone put that shit on YouTube.”
“Tik the Tok, brother.” Rubi wrapped his knuckles on the table. “YouTube is deader than the Sambini bloodline.”
Mateo snorted.
No one else laughed.
Folk flanked my other side. He wasn’t as animated as some of the others, but I could tell he had something to say. “This could be connected to what happened last night.”
Cam frowned. “How does Nash paying off a dirty copper connect to my sister?”
