“Hey motherfucker, he said let her go,” one of his brothers said. They called each other brothers. I remembered that from years ago.
Gasps sounded and some people began to scatter. Did he flash a gun?
“She’s mine,” the asshole said, a couple of his guys flanking him as Bit squirmed to get loose.
“I’m not yours, I don’t even know you, you fucking lunatic!” Bit said as she fought to get free.
Rooster reached for Bit, then all hell broke loose. The women squealed and ran in all directions. Some men joined in the fiasco of fists flying, while others watched from their seats, drinking beer like they were watching a fight on TV.
Bit was thrust into my arms, so I wrapped her in a hug and headed to the door. An arm was around my waist, slowing me down. “This way.”
Still gripping Bit’s shoulder, I let Rooster guide me awayfrom the bar.
“Did you have a purse inside?”
Blinking quickly at the odd question, I answered, “No, we just brought our cards with us.”
“Car?” he asked.
“What? No, we got a rideshare. I got my cell. I’ll order one.”
He grabbed my phone, then pushed us out into the parking lot. “You’re coming with us. You can’t go home.”
I couldn’t suppress the cackle that exploded from my chest. “You’re nuts. If you want to talk, this isn’t the best way to get to me agr–hey!” I shouted as he lifted me and put me onto a motorcycle.
“You, put her in the cab of the truck,” he barked at one of the other guys as he pointed to Bit. “We gotta go.”
Falcon tossed a helmet over. “Here, it’s Daisy’s.”
“Put this on,” he said.
“Rick, you cannot just–”
Bit stuck her head out the window of a box truck. “Just put the helmet on, Kristie, and let’s go!”
Traitor.
Gritting my teeth, I clipped the strap as he mounted the bike, careful not to kick me. He reached behind him, yanking me closer by the back of my knees. “Hold on tight,” he said before the engine roared to life.
Holy shit. How did I go from perfecting a cancer drug this morning to the back of a Harley with my college fling in a matter of twelve hours?
Chapter 5
Rooster
My mind raced as we rode. We thought the Hellbound Heathens had disbanded but those cuts proved otherwise. Lots of clubs had the devil logo but I got a good look at the rocker and it said Hellbound Heathens Cincinnati. What the fuck was a Cincy chapter doing out here? Better yet, since when was there any other chapter of the Hellbound Heathens? Falcon would be filling Hawk in once we got to this ranch and he’d get with Petrov. Surely he’d know or be able to find out something. And we’d have to get with our other chapters.
On top of the shit with the Heathens resurfacing, I was still reeling that Sparrow had her arms wrapped tightly around me and the heat between her thighs against me. She’d ridden with me before, but not on this Harley. My old one wasn’t much, but it got me from Georgia to Jersey to visit her between runs. I didn’t have my bike for those runs since back then I was anewbie earning my keep and had to man the truck. I never got rid of that bike, but I hadn’t ridden it in years.
The ride from the bar to the ranch was hours, but went by too fast. Any amount of time I had with her always did. As we headed north, the state started to look a lot like home with lush trees and dipping temps. The chilly night air caressed my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat that radiated throughout me from having Sparrow so close.
My heart sank as we pulled down a long driveway lined with a fence, with a large, round sign hanging high that read Jersey Iron Ranch. I could only imagine after our reunion in the bar, she wouldn’t be keen on spending much time catching up.
After another short ride, a house came into view. Lights shined through several windows on both floors, in what looked to be different rooms. Two men were standing on the porch, and slowly walked down as we pulled up near the large staircase.
I parked the bike, then held my hand out. Sparrow peeled her arms from around me and grabbed my hand, her heat leaving my back cold against the night air. Once she was on two feet, she fumbled with the clasp of the strap on the helmet.
Climbing from the bike and pulling my own helmet off, I stepped closer. “May I?”
