“Good.Take good care of her.”
“I plan on it.”
“She’s special, but she’s not had it easy.”A low, wry chuckle came across the line.“Hell, who among us has?Still, she’s looking for something.I’m not sure if she’ll find it there but I’d take it as a personal favor if you and the Sons keep an eye on her while she’s in your town.”
“Not a problem.I’ll treat her like one of our own.”Bishop watched the woman in front of him.Watched as she took several deep, slow breaths and rebuilt the walls of the façade she presented to the world.But he wouldn’t forget the vulnerability she’d shown him.And he wouldn’t let her shut him on the outside of that wall.
“I’ll hold you to that.I’ll be in touch with Bulldog about details.”Before Bishop could say more, the line went dead.He handed Winter back her phone, waited while she put it away, then took her hand.
“Come on, Spitfire, I bet you could use a ride.”
She didn’t fight him but let him take her hand and pull her out onto the street.He scanned the crowd but didn’t know what the fucker who was stalking her looked like, so couldn’t be sure if he was here or not.He’d have to get a picture from Winter, or at least his full name so Hammer could look him up and find one.They would all need to be able to recognize him.Plus, Bishop planned to teach him some manners.The hard way.
Chapter Five
Raven telling Wintershe could trust the Sons of Sin helped with her nerves.She was no longer afraid she’d get on the back of Bishop’s bike and never be seen or heard from again.If nothing else, Raven knew she was with them and if something did happen to her, the Angels would come for revenge.And if the Sons knew the Angels at all, they would know that.
She let him keep her hand as they made their way through the crowd.His arm curled behind his back so he could hold her hand, but she let him part the crowd, since he was so big, it was easier to stay in his wake.Though behind her, Viper didn’t have it as easy.It seemed he had to make his own trail, not that he let it stop him.
When the crowd thinned a bit, Bishop used the hand he still held to pull her up beside him.Only then did he release her hand, and only so he could wrap that arm around her waist.She didn’t mind when his hand came to rest on her hip.In fact, it sent heat through her.It made her feel protected.Cared for.Something she hadn’t felt since she’d come to Phoenix, even though she had tried to get out and meet people.
It took them maybe ten minutes to reach the parking area where the guys had used two spaces for the four bikes.
“Got anywhere you need to go?”Bishop asked as he opened one of the hard saddlebags on the side of a deep emerald-green Harley with a custom paint job on the tank that looked like a mountain lake surrounded by trees that faded into the background.The paint job made her want to find the lake and dive into the cool water.The bright paint and custom tank caught her by surprise and she looked around at the other men’s bikes.One was a deep blood-red, another blue, while the fourth was such a deep purple she was surprised any man would paint their bike that color on purpose.None of the bikes were the more common and almost standard black, which struck her as odd.
“What is it, Spitfire?”
“The bikes.”She frowned, looking at them all again.“What’s with all the color?”
Warlock laughed.“This is the desert.Black’s too fucking hot.”
“Aren’t all dark colors hot?Especially after sitting in the sun?I don’t see how these would be different?”
“They get hot.Just not as hot as black does.”Bishop handed her a half-skull helmet.“Got sunglasses?”
Winter nodded and once she had the helmet on, she twisted her purse around from where it sat against her hip and dug out her sunglasses.With them on, she pulled her phone from her hip pocket and added to the bag before she closed it.She twisted it around so it would rest against her back and be out of the way.
