“What’s wrong with how she smells? She smells edible,” Ratchet grabbed his junk.
Bunnie giggled, then looked over her shoulder at him.
Yep, that was her real name, and it matched the over-bleached blonde strands on her head.
“Get her away from me before I take care of it. She won’t fucking like it,” I snarled.
Bunnie gasped, then glared, “Why are you like that?”
Everything in the clubhouse froze.
Eyes came to me.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Go. Leave him be,” Storm growled.
“But...” Bunnie startled.
Tank growled, “Bitch. Walk the fuck away.”
Ratchet leaned forward and wrapped an arm around her waist, “Come on, Bunnie. Let’s go.”
Needing my calm, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, unlocked it, and then stared.
It was a picture of Creedence sleeping, not even a few feet away from me.
“You good?” Tank asked.
I lifted my chin.
Then I heard the news from the television we had mounted on the far wall.
“The storm we have been watching will be approaching these areas. Strong winds. Heavy downpours. Hail. Take cover. And if you have to drive, be careful,”the woman on the screen said.
I frowned as I checked my watch and winced.
Fuck.
“What’s wrong?” Clip asked.
I tilted my head to the television, “Bad weather. Creedence is off in an hour.”
He lifted his chin, “Whatever you need, brother.”
I nodded.
Forty-five minutes later, I was watching the weather app... and a strange feeling swept through me.
I couldn’t explain it.
Couldn’t give voice to it.
All I knew was that I had to get to Creedence. Right fucking now.
I stood up, pocketed my phone, and stalked out of the clubhouse.
“Where are you going?” Storm called out.
