I huff, shooting him a glare. “But this is about me. My baby.”
“Yes,” Smitty says way too loudly, clapping his hands together. “Both of you are Southern Sadists family now. We protect our family.”
My eyes narrow as I remember the dig he had at me the day we raided the Rebels’ compound, reminding me that this is all my fault… but then, we kind of came to a truce the day I thought he’d killed JD.
Nate is a different kind of man. Irrational at times, but he does always seem to have his club’s best interest at heart, even when I don’t like it.
“You’d really die for me? For Bobbi?” I ask, zero snark in my tone now as I study this man before me, the aging lines at his eyes getting deeper as he smiles.
“That’s right. I would. You are one of us now, so here I am.” He holds his arms out again, doing a turn on the spot, making a spectacle of himself, as always. And then he beams at me with a slightly unhinged grin as he faces me again. “I’m fucking ready to burn this world to the ground so we can get your little girl back. So let’s saddle the fuck up and start causing havoc.”
Oh… tears burn my eyes as the other Sadists start cheering and thumping their chests, while Ringo presses a kiss to my temple.
Jesus… shit… these damn poetic monsters. I love them all.
My smile is wide, and Smitty steps forward, snatching me from Ringo as he sweeps me up in his arms and spins us around, forcing a laugh from my lips.
“Ahhh, put me down,” I protest, and when my feet finally hit the gravel again, I spot Millie, Alana and Tahli standing on the porch wearing grins.
Ringo barks orders to his men as Riggs gets one of his SUVs ready, giving four of his men demands.
He’s staying behind, just as I’d previously asked.
I want Riggs to protect Tahli at all times. We’re not safe yet, and I’m not risking her life, and in some ways, Riggs reminds me a lot of Ringo.
Fierce. Brutal. Loyal.
Exactly the kind of man I trust to keep her safe.
I give my little sister a wave as I walk over to Ringo’s motorbike, and she waves back, mouthing, love you, and shit, I fight the urge to cry for the hundredth time since waking up this morning.
“Let me help, Angel,” Ringo rasps, taking my helmet out of my hands when I pick it up, and I smile up at him as he slips it on my head and secures it. “That tight enough?”
“Yep.” I nod, smiling at him through the open visor, and he grips the mouth bar of my helmet, tugging me closer and leaning in awkwardly to press a kiss to the tip of my nose.
“Let’s go cause some chaos, Angel.”
“Hell yes.” I grin, that idea finally kick-starting my heart, and he chuckles, slapping my arse before tapping the leather of the seat.
We all mount the motorcycles, and the roar of the engines starting up sends a thrill through me.
Never in a million years did I think this would be my life, riding behind a biker man. A sexy, much older biker man, going in search of trouble.
It’s not only thrilling, but feels almost right. Like this is exactly where I’ve always belonged.
My fingers dig into Ringo’s cut at his sides as we follow JD up the driveway, and just before we turn onto the road, I slide up close to Ringo, snaking my hands around to his front, knowing our speed is about to pick up.
My smile is wide as the bike rumbles louder, the steel demon between my legs a powerful reminder of the man steering it.
My man.
It takes over an hour to get to the Fox Pines Hospital. We don’t bother with parking in the lot. We pull up right at the entrance, not hiding our presence.
We leave our helmets on as we dismount and head towards the doors, but as we approach, Ringo’s steps falter.
“What is it?” I ask right as Vender draws his gun.
“Pandemic security guards aren’t here,” Ringo mutters, and my wide eyes dart back to the doors as they automatically slide open.
