“Doesn’t mean I don’t have shit going on in my life.”
“Well now I want to know what it is,” Jury said, then swore as Scythe rode away from him. “Such a killjoy,” he said to me, then followed.
Shaking my head, I pulled out after them. I scanned the sidewalks and businesses as we rode around town. We were still keeping a lookout for any sign of the Iron Circle. We were all starting to get antsy. I kept getting this feeling that something was coming. I trusted my instincts. They were usually right. And I felt it in my gut. Besides, life was just going too easy right now.
We’d been watching the town round the clock for weeks and it was like everything was holding its breath, waiting. I watched as two men spoke at the mouth of an alley, but they bumped fists and split up to go their separate ways as we passed. Nothing suspicious.
I fucking hated the waiting. I just wanted the other shoe to drop so we could kill some fuckers and get back to our lives. At least when we went on ops with Sentry Securities it was all action. There was rarely any waiting. Cypher, Scythe, and Glitch had usually done the intel gathering and by the time the rest of us got involved it was a smash and grab situation. That was what I preferred.
Patience was something I had in spades, but not when it meant people I cared about could be affected. If those assholes came back to town it meant Rae could be in danger. Fuck that. I wasn’t about to let that happen.
She didn’t seem to fully understand what was happening. I was claiming her. I’d decided it was time to stop fucking around and get moving forward with my life. And she was an integral part of that. Had been since I’d first set eyes on her. I’d just needed to wait for the right time. Now was the right time.
Of course, she had a say in the matter. If she told me to fuck off and that she wasn’t interested, I wouldn’t force the issue. Not as long as she meant it. But if she was just running scared? Well, I enjoyed a good chase.
I wasn’t sure whether she was holding me at arm’s length because shewasscared, or she just didn’t realize I wanted her. She didn’t seem like the type who was arrogant enough to think all men wanted her just because they were nice to her. Which was why I was going to make sure she knew my intentions tomorrow night. It didn’t matter that we’d only been on two dates. I’d made up my mind about her years ago. She was mine.
If I was moving too fast for her, I’d do my damndest to slow down, but there were no promises that it would be a slow enough pace for her. Once I decided to make a move, I did it with speed and precision. Dating her wasn’t going to be any different. If that made her head spin, then I’d be there to catch her if she stumbled.
Scythe made a motion with his hand and we headed back to the clubhouse. We left our motorcycles in the parking lot and went inside.
“Nothing,” Scythe growled at Cypher’s raised brow as we approached our brothers sitting in the main area of the building.
“What’s taking them so fucking long?” Demo asked. “I’m starting to get fucking itchy here.”
“That’s probably crabs,” Warrant told him. “You should have Pyre look at that.”
“He can go to a regular doctor for that shit,” I said, sitting down and taking the beer that Rotor handed over. “There’re no gloves on earth that can handle whatever’s on your dick. Unless your shit’s gotten blown off, I don’t deal with them. Even then I’ll just use some epoxy to stick it back on.”
Demo cupped himself protectively. “Why would you even say that?” he asked, horrified at the prospect of his dick getting blown off.
Most of the guys were grimacing and either adjusting themselves or shifting uncomfortably in their chairs at the thought.
“I don’t know, Cypher,” Cynic said, looking over at our president. “As much as I hate to, I have to agree with Demo. Waiting around is really starting to grate.”
“I know,” he replied. “But taking the fight to Dolan is a mistake. Just hold out a little longer. It’ll benefit us in the long run.”
“What if they never come back to Sentinel?” Torque asked. This wasn’t a church meeting, so he was sitting around with our brothers, looking pleased as hell to be a part of it.
“Then the fucker might get the chance to live,” Scythe told him.
“Maybe,” Cypher said in a tone of voice that said it was highly unlikely. “Anything from Owen?”
Warrant shrugged. “Nothing that’s so out of place he was willing to mention it to me. Thinking I might need to break in there and see what I can find.”
“To the police station?” Jury asked. “I’m in.”
“Or I could just hack the system,” Glitch said with a roll of his eyes. “No need to go for the hard copies of the reports.”
“Do you think they even keep hard copies anymore?” I asked.
“Probably not,” Glitch replied. “Which is why my way is better.”
Warrant sighed. “What’s that got to do with me breaking in?”
Glitch blinked a few times, confused. “Are you… Is he serious?”
“Of course I’m serious. Break in, rub my balls all over Owen’s keyboard and coffee cup. Then look for files. Your way is the easy way.”
