Page 36 of Single Mom's Biker Brigade
He’d been worried but hadn’t asked.
Instead, he’d given me shit jobs to complete around the clubhouse to keep me busy and make me feel useful.
I mean, it worked but shit. How did he know me so well that he had it all planned out?
Butthis?No one was better at leading the charge.
The warehouse came into view as I rounded the last curve.
I drove straight up to the oversized loading doors and killed the engine.
Hawk rolled up beside me and tipped his head. “What do you think?”
“Good place for an ambush. Place is dark and secluded. Clark asked you to come, right?” My mind ran a million miles a minute as I assessed the land, the contact, and the possibilities.
Clark was the guy being messed with, one of our regular distributors who’d always been loyal and took pride in paying on time.
“Surveilance says Hellhounds haven’t been here in a week or so.” Hawk swung off the bike and nodded once at Diesel. The rest dismounted in a wave, leaving me and Hawk to work out the details.
I stood and examined the area the best I could with nothing more than moonlight to guide me. “Good thing is, they can’t block us in here. If it is an ambush, we have several exits. They can’t close them all at once without giving themselves away.”
“Eyes open. Hands close.” Hawk circled his finger over his head, and the six guys he’d brought with him fell into two lines, with me and Diesel at the front. “You all know who we’re meeting tonight. Keep your heads and we’ll figure this out.”
Right.
I bit back a snort.
Ridge Malloy, the Hellhounds county president, wasn’t about to let any of this go.
The man thrived on chaos and loved nothing more than to make our lives miserable.
If he’d gotten to Clark and convinced Clark to set us up tonight, we were in for one more shit show.
Good thing I’d come back when I did. They needed me there to watch their backs.
Engines revved, and six bikes rolled in from the opposite side of the gravel lot.
Dust billowed from the dry heat. One man stood, swinging his leg off his bike and standing to face Hawk.
Ridge was the kind of man nightmares were made of.
All hard edges and a deep scowl, with a voice like sandpaper on concrete.
He smirked at us from a distance and flicked his fingers.
At the motion, the five with him fell into formation, fanning out to watch Ridge’s back.
“Well, well.” He clapped leather-clad hands in slow motion. “You actually came.”
Hawk stood with a tense spine but nodded without making it look like deference. “Not cause you wanted a chat. Seems one of my distributors has a complaint I need to take care of.”
“Oh?” Ridge rubbed a hand down his cheek. “Who would that be?”
“I don’t have time for bullshit, Ridge.” I took a step forward, closing the distance to stand right beside Hawk. My nerves thrummed with adrenaline, drawing my vision to a narrow point. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing trying to buy one of our guys?”
His smile showed a missing canine. “What’s this, Hawk? You letting your boys out of line now?”
“Thisboydoesn’t stand in line.” I kept my spot even when Hawk gave me a look that told me to get my ass under control.
