I nodded.
“Passenger side?”
“No,” I said, angry at myself.
Lark nodded.“I’ll have Liar or Patch take care of it.”
“Why not Adam?”I asked.
Killian and Tundra came back inside.Tundra sat on a stool close to us.Killian came behind the bar.
“Call me paranoid, but I swear someone followed me here.Any one of us is probably being followed – especially now that Rusty decided to grow a pair and confront us,” Lark said.
“You should have told us about suspecting a tail,” Killian said.
Lark made a show of looking around the bar.“We’ve been a little busy.It’s not like I wouldn’t have warned you before you left since I suggest you two ride back to the clubhouse together.”
Killian skewered Lark with his gaze.“And what about our sister?”
“I’ll be following her,” Lark said.
My eyes widened.“She’s been here ten hours already, and you won’t be leaving for at least another two.”
“I can follow her tonight,” Tundra said.
Lark mulled it over, then nodded.“That works.Thanks, brother.”
I stared at Tundra for a beat.His willingness bugged me; then again, everything about this situation bugged me.
I glanced back at Lark.“Even before Rusty came in here, why do you think this threat is aimed at you?Ivy mentioned that, but didn’t give me specifics.Did you really hook up with a Corrupt Chrome ol’ lady?”
Lark scooped ice into a cup and filled it with soda.“I figured the threat was aimed at me because there were plenty of people who pushed back at that zoning hearing last year.As for the Corrupt Chrome MC, I don’t go after ol’ ladies from any club… but that don’t mean one of their women didn’t decide to fuck around on her man and leave her property cut at home.”
“But why would Rusty take me for Corrupt Chrome?That’s whacked.”
After he set the soda on a serving tray, Lark turned to me.“Those boys aren’t the sharpest.And you said at church, Boyd thought they’d get paid no matter who they took.”
Killian caught Lark’s attention.“What precautions are you taking to stay safe?”
“Yeah,” I muttered.
Lark shot us an incredulous look.“I’ve been livin’ the MC life longer than you two have been alive.I know how to handle an asshole like Rusty.”
A customer across the room caught my attention and I went to their table.
“This blows.I hate wearing a fuckin’ helmet.To confirm: one flick is the signal,” my brother said, fastening his helmet.
I nodded.“It’s one flick.You’re right about the helmets, but if Rusty’s in a cage, my guess is he won’t hesitate to run us off the road.”
“Yeah.You really should have pulled your piece on those bastards.”
I put on my helmet.“Can’t change the past, man.If we’re followed, I’m going east, you take Chaffee to the interstate.”
We mounted our bikes and backed out of the parking lot.A vehicle pulled out onto US 90 behind us before we’d even gone half a mile.I forced myself to keep my eyes on the road.My side mirrors posed too much of a distraction.Halfway between the bar and Chaffee Road, the vehicle gained on us drastically.
I increased my speed and so did my brother.
We reached the turn off for Chaffee Road and Killian gave one flick along with a nod, put on his blinker, and veered into the right turn lane.
