“Go, Levi!” I shouted, gripping the rail in front of me until my knuckles turned white. “You’ve got this!”
Every time he gained ground, my stomach flipped with a mix of pride and nerves. Watching tonight felt so different because my Levi was out there. I cheered louder than I ever had in my life, jumping and screaming his name as he dueled for the lead down the final straightaway.
When he crossed the finish line first, I cheered at the top of my lungs. “Yes! That’s my man!”
Riding the high of Levi’s win, I weaved through the crowd toward the pit area with a big smile on my face until three large, intimidating bikers stepped directly into my path. They cut off any easy way around them, boxing me in near the fence.
One of them smirked down at me. “Well, well. Look who it is. Sutton.”
I froze, completely thrown. “No, you have the wrong person. I’m not?—”
“Cut the shit,” the guy to my left snapped, cutting me off before I could finish. “We know exactly who you are. You got real close to Century just like you were supposed to. He made sure of that last night, didn’t he?”
My heart hammered against my ribs. “No, seriously, I’m not Sutton. My name is Saylor. You’ve got the wrong girl?—”
The man to my right stepped closer. “We want the intel. Hand it over. Now.”
I blinked in confusion. “What intel? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Please, I’m telling you?—”
“Stop bullshitting us,” the first guy growled. “You know what the consequences are if you don’t pay up. Don’t make this harder than necessary, Sutton.”
I took a shaky step back, panic rising fast. “I’m not her! I swear I’m not?—”
The scariest of the three moved forward like he was about to grab me.
Before the man could touch me, Levi suddenly stepped between us, his body radiating fury. “Back the fuck up. Now.”
Kane, Edge, Nitro, and a few more brothers quietly surrounded me, forming a solid wall of protection. The rival bikers glanced around, clearly realizing they were outnumbered.
The first man sneered, backing up a step. “This isn’t over, Century. Not by a long shot. She owes us.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” another one added before they turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Kane spoke quietly to Edge without taking his eyes off the retreating men. “Call Jax. Tell him to get eyes on those motherfuckers before they get too far. Dig up everything you can.”
As soon as they were gone, Levi turned and pulled me into his arms. His hands ran over my shoulders and down my arms, checking for any injuries. “You okay, baby? Did they touch you?”
I shook my head, still trembling as I clung to his shoulders. “I’m okay. But my evil twin has struck again.”
“What do you mean?” Kane asked, looking completely unfazed by what had just happened.
I explained some of the crap Sutton had put me through—like stealing my identity and ruining my credit. Then I told them everything the bikers had said. I had no idea what any of it meant, but I caught a look in Levi’s eyes that made me think the pieces were clicking together in his head. He clearly understood more about what was going on than I did.
I pulled back just enough to look up at him. “Do you know what they were talking about?”
Levi cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs gently brushing my cheeks. “Don’t worry. The club will handle this shit. Nobody is getting anywhere near you again. I promise.”
9
CENTURY
Monday morning found me in my custom bay at The Pit, bent over a high-end motorcycle tank with an airbrush in my hand and Saylor wrecking every bit of concentration I had left. The bike belonged to a customer who’d paid a ton of money for a custom paint job that looked like black smoke curling through dark red flames.
Normally, the slow transformation of a machine into something nobody else could do was where my head settled. Today, every curve I traced made me think about Saylor’s body under my hands, each red edge reminded me of the blush on her cheeks when I said something filthy, and the careful pass had to compete with the memory of her soft, wrecked sounds filling my room.
I set the airbrush down before I fucked up an expensive tank because my dick was apparently more interested in my woman than letting me earn a living. Even though just this morning, I’d woken up early with her wrapped around me and spent as much time as I could touching her before she had to get up.
It had been even harder to let her go after the shit that went down at the race last night. The only good thing about my mindbeing full of work and Saylor was that it kept me from going rogue and hunting down those motherfuckers until each one had eaten a bullet.
