Page 5 of Rodeo (Marked Skulls MC 2)
“Do you mind hanging out with me for a few hours? Till I get the chance to get your door fixed?” I asked.
Jordan looked surprised by the suggestion and then she bit down on her lip.
“You don’t mind? Are you sure I won’t be in your way?” she asked and I smiled. This was a good sign. The fact that she was willing to spend time with me alone meant that she was beginning to trust me.
“No, you won’t be in the way,” I said and she nodded her head, she was beginning to smile too.
I had no idea why I was trying to keep her close to me. It was more than just about the shooter, it was more than just about her safety. I was looking forward to spending time with her.
***
Jordan asked me to wait outside in her living room for a few minutes while she changed. I sat down on her couch and looked around the place, then I stood up and walked over to the window. It had a direct view of the street below, where Fred’s body had laid.
I took in a deep breath to control the rage that bubbled up in me. What exactly had Jordan seen? Had she just heard the gunshot? Had she actually seen the shooting?
I couldn’t have any of these answers till she gave them to me, and right now, she was in danger if she didn’t speak up. That was the bit I was struggling to explain to her.
The quicker I got to the Dark Legion, and the exact shooter; the sooner she could be safe again. The longer I didn’t know who to get for Fred’s death, the longer Jordan’s life was going to be in danger too.
I stared at the spot on the street, the spot where Fred had been shot and where he had fallen. What was he doing out here? I couldn’t think of a single good reason for him to be in this neighborhood at five in the morning. We had no business here and as far as I knew, Fred didn’t know anybody in this neighborhood either. And I liked to believe that I knew everything about him. He most definitely knew everything about me.
“He was wearing a leather cut,” I heard Jordan’s voice behind me and I turned to find her standing at her bedroom door. She had changed into a soft pink dress that grazed her knees. Her arms were bare, and looked long as she clasped her hands together in front of her.
Jordan’s raven hair was free flowing and recently combed, and it matched her sparkling dark eyes.
“Excuse me?” I said and turned to her fully.
She stepped into the living room, licking her lips nervously. This was the first thing she had said about the shooting, and I was eager to know more. I didn’t want to push her either, in fear of scaring her into a corner again.
“The man, the shooter, he was on a bike and he was wearing a leather cut, a lot like yours,” she said and her eyes roamed over the leather jacket I was wearing.
Just like I had predicted, she had seen the shooting, or at least the shooter.
“How much did you see?” I asked, and my voice had become deep and shaky. Jordan didn’t look afraid anymore, did she trust me fully now? Was that why she was willing to speak about it?
“I saw the whole thing. I had gotten up early to study, and I was standing by the window drinking a mug of coffee,” she continued. I gulped as she walked closer to me.
“And what happened? What did you see?” I asked. This was unexpected. Even a few minutes ago, I had thought it would take a long time before Jordan trusted me enough to tell me her story, but here she was, telling me everything.
“I saw him, Fred, walking up the street towards the building. He looked like he was going to come in. Maybe he knows someone here?” she continued and I shook my head.
“I can’t think of anybody he knows in the building. I looked up the names of the residents,” I told her and Jordan shrugged her shoulders and sighed.
“Anyway, he looked up at me”
“Fred?”
“Yeah, he looked up at my window while I was standing there. Our eyes met, but I didn’t think much of it. To me, he was just a passerby, walking past our building or maybe a visitor to one of the other apartments,” she explained and I nodded my head.
“Okay”
“Then I heard the bike, it was like a loud roar because it was so silent everywhere. It was early, nearly five in the morning. He heard it too, Fred, and when he did, he started running,” Jordan continued and now her lips were quivering again. I could see her re-living the moment and it was difficult for her, but I needed to know. I needed a description.
“He tried to run but the bike was too fast, it roared past and the man shot him, right in the chest,” Jordan said and she collapsed down to the floor.
I rushed towards her, kneeling down on the carpet in front of her. I pulled her into my arms and she rested her cheek on my chest, holding me tightly as I rocked her.
“Did you get a look at him? The shooter? Jordan, I need to know,” I said, while I held her.
“Yes, I did. He was staring up at my window. He saw me looking. He was bald, with a long black beard and rings on both his ears. He had lots of tattoos too and he was wearing a leather jacket,” Jordan was speaking through her tears and I was trying to decipher the words.
“What kind of jacket? Did you see a patch on his jacket? Like this one?” I asked, showing her the back of my jacket where the Marked Skulls patch was. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at it and then nodded her head.
“Yeah, he had a patch on his jacket. It was a ball of fire with something like wings on both sides,” she said, making shapes in the air with her fingers.
I was confused. That wasn’t the Dark Legion’s patch.
“Are you sure? You sure it wasn’t a black arrow and…” I said but she was already shaking her head.
“I am sure. I will never forget it. I will never forget anything about that man,” she stated and her voice was firm now, she was wiping her tears off her cheeks.
What the fuck was going on? Why had Fred been shot by a member of Hell’s Drifters?”
Chapter 6
Jordan
I was sitting behind Rodeo on his bike and my arms were wound around him. He said that he wanted to take me to the bar where he and his MC hung out. I didn’t know how to feel about that. Being in a bar in the midst of a group of rough biker guys, was exactly the kind of situation I wanted to avoid.
Right now however, I didn’t have much of a choice. Rodeo was right, my life was in danger—with or without the door in my apartment. I
was lucky that it was Rodeo who had got to me first, and not one of the members of the MC who had shot down Fred. My only choice now was to stick with Rodeo, and I felt safe with him.
He stopped the bike outside a dingy looking dive bar. It was apparently called T-Bone, according to a broken down sign on top of the door. Rodeo took off his helmet and gave me his hand so I could jump off the bike.
“Don’t be nervous, these guys are my friends. They aren’t going to do anything to you,” he said, as he led the way into the bar. I watched Rodeo’s wide muscular back as he walked ahead of me.
I could still feel his arms around me when he held me in my apartment. When I was describing the shooting scene to him, I couldn’t control the tears and he had rushed towards me, pulling me into his arms.
The only thing I was sure of now, was that I trusted him. I trusted everything he had told me about himself and Fred and the shooter. When he held me close to his chest, I had felt his warmth. I could still feel his tongue on my pussy and it sent chills down my spine. Rodeo was quickly having a very strange hold over me.
We entered the dimly lit bar and the men who were there turned abruptly to look at us. There were only a handful of them there and they were all dressed similar to Rodeo, with the same patch on their leather jackets. There was also a pretty girl in the corner, sitting beside a big muscular man.
As Rodeo led me towards the middle of the bar, they were all watching me closely.
“This is Jordan, she is the witness to Fred’s murder,” Rodeo said to them. I felt self-conscious under the watchful eyes of the men in the bar. I could feel my cheeks flushing, and I was too scared to meet any of their gazes.
“Why the fuck have you brought her here?” said the older man, who was sitting on a high bar stool with a bottle of beer in his hand. I quickly sensed that he was the leader of the group.
Rodeo scratched his head, and then threw me a look before he turned back to them again.
