No one spoke, as if they were waiting for her answer.She knew better.Once men like these got their minds set on something, there was little chance of changing it.She knew she could kick, scream, and fight and they’d do what they thought was best to protect her, even if that meant hauling her into the clubhouse over someone’s shoulder and locking her in her room.
“All right.”She pulled her phone from her bag, unlocked it, and handed it to Blade.“Put your number in so I can text you.I might as well get started while we wait.”
Chapter Eight
Bishop clenched histeeth as he started his motorcycle.He forced himself to take a deep breath and reminded himself that Willow was pressed against his back and safe.She would be staying at the clubhouse, that fuckwad wouldn’t be able to get to her.Especially since he planned to put her in his room.He hadn’t told her that part yet.But since that fuckwad hadn’t shown up, he thought maybe the tracker was on her truck.He’d look at it once they got it back to the clubhouse.If he didn’t see it, then he’d have them take it to the shop and do a more thorough inspection.
He waited until Warlock pulled out then he took his place, knowing Viper and Blade would have their backs.Viper had Winter’s keys.He was going to head to the clubhouse and get several of their brothers and a couple of trucks to take him back to her truck, then they would go to her apartment and pack it up.
That was another thing he hadn’t told her yet.She wasn’t going back to the apartment.Ever.It had taken everything he had to keep his mouth shut when she’d given her address to Viper.But his brothers knew what he was thinking when he met their gazes.She might move on from the Sons, though not if he had much to say about it, but she would not live there another day.They would pack up her stuff, bring the personal things to the clubhouse, and take the rest to one of the storage facilities the club ran.
He let his mind drift to what he wanted to do to the fuckwad when he caught up with him.Yeah, he was going to teach him a couple of hard lessons about how to treat a woman, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but be oddly grateful for the shithead.His stupidity had driven Winter right into his arms, and that Bishop had no complaints about.
Winter tapping on his thigh drew his attention back to the present.They were driving through the parking area in front of the visitor’s center.She’d told him early she didn’t care to stop but had she changed her mind?He turned his head to let her know he would pull off, but she spoke.Since it was right in his ear, she didn’t need to shout for him to hear her.
“That’s him.That’s Kevin.”
Bishop nodded to let her know he’d heard her as he scanned the parking area and spotted a man leaning against the side of a white Prius, arms folded across his chest and a scowl on his face as he watched the four bikes pass him.Bishop flexed his hands on the grips of his bike and tried to memorize the fuckwad’s face.At least now he’d have a face to compare to whatever Hammer could find when he went looking.
It also confirmed that she was being tracked, either by her phone or something on her person, or maybe in her bag.He’d question her more when they got to the clubhouse and maybe hand her phone over to Hammer to see if he could find anything on it.
The trip to the clubhouse wasn’t as far as it would have been to take her back to her truck or apartment.
He pulled in the gates, nodding to Frank, the prospect manning the gate, and up to the clubhouse, walking his bike back into his spot in the long line of motorcycles before killing the engine.
“Come on, Spitfire.”He patted her thigh.“Let’s grab a drink, then I’ll introduce you to Bulldog and show you around.”He waited while she dismounted then put the helmet away when she handed it to him.He hooked an arm around her waist and guided her inside.
“What you want to drink?”he asked as he guided her to the bar first.“Give me an amber,” he said to Billy, another prospect, then he looked at Winter, waiting for her to tell the kid what she wanted.
“What vodka do you have on hand?”
Billy set an unopened bottle on the counter in front of Bishop then twisted around to look at the shelf.
“Smirnoff, Skyy, and Tito’s”
“Give me a shot of the Tito’s, then do you guys have any reds on hand?”
