Marcus let out a growl. “Mind your business.”
Gavin let out a huff. “We’re going to be rubbing up against each other for the next few weeks, so we should probably kinda get to know each other.”
“There will be no rubbing,” Marcus commanded.
“Okay, fine. Cuddling if you prefer.” Gavin let out a chuckle when Marcus glared at him.
“So? Who’s Alexis?”
“One of the bartenders who works at my bar.”
“So, not a girlfriend.”
Marcus just growled.
“Okay. And why is it that you have her car and not your own? You broke or something?”
Judging by the biker leather jacket the man was wearing and the designer jeans he had on, Gavin was pretty sure he was not lacking money. Plus, his boots alone cost close to a thousand bucks!
“No, I’m not broke. I borrowed Alexis’s car because I figured it would be easier for you to drive six hours in a car, instead of strapped to the back of my Harley, holding my waist.”
Gavin’s eyes lit up.
“Oh no, dear. Option number one would have worked perfectly. Six hours cuddled up against you is every gay boy's wet dream.”
Marcus glanced over at Gavin but remained silent.
Was the man homophobic?
“You got something against queers?” Gavin fumed. Subtlety was never his strong suit.
Letting out something that sounded rather like annoyance, Marcus glanced over at Gavin as he drove.
“Just because I don’t want to be cuddling up against you doesn’t make me homophobic. I’m more ‘annoying-twink phobic.’ Plus, my brother is gay, and so is his husband, Blade—who I often threaten with shooting him in the face, but that’s because he is annoying and sticking it to my brother. Then there is Caden, my oldest friend, who just decided he liked dick when he met Lucas, a feisty little twink who’s more murderous than should be legal. Then there is Nikolai, our scary Russian, who recently decided he was committing to his longtime best friend and trying out monogamy.
“So, no. I’m not homophobic. My biker bar is becoming a sausage fest and smells like cock and cum on Friday and Saturday nights. Don’t ask me why that is. But I suspect Ace and Blade have something to do with it. Maybe even Caden and Lucas.”
Gavin sat staring at him, his mouth wide open and his skin buzzing with excitement.
“You own a biker bar? Wait! Are you in some kind of biker gang? Is that why the sheriff wanted you to protect me? Am I being protected bySons of Anarchy?” He slapped his leg and bounced around in his seat.
Marcus shook his head. “You’re an idiot. Let’s stop in here for some lunch.”
They pulled into a roadside diner, and Marcus wasted no time in hopping out and barreling toward the door.
Gavin was quick on his heels.
“So, tell me, what position do you hold in this biker gang hierarchy? Like, are you the enforcer man? The weapons guy? Thecleaner?” Gavin raised his eyebrow at that last one. He wasn’t sure how excited he should be about traveling across the state with a man who could make a person disappear.
Marcus held open the door and pushed Gavin through by placing his hand at the back of his neck and giving him a herculean shove.
“I’m the guy at the top of the food chain,” Marcus said with a hint of danger in his voice.
Gavin stopped suddenly, causing his back to bounce off Marcus’s abnormally large chest.
“Wait. You’re the leader of the biker gang?” His mind was blown. “Why the fuck would the leader drive all this way to pick up my sorry ass?”
Marcus pushed Gavin into an empty seat. “Sit.” His jailer circled the table and sat across from him. “I came to get you because Sheriff Burke, a friend, asked me to protect you. I also heard about the murders and wanted to check things out myself.”
