Page 38 of Forged in the Fire
Shakily before I curled my hands into fists and moved through the thick toward the commotion happening at the front of the clubhouse.
Sitting around shy wasn’t going to win me any answers.
I still hadn’t heard from Dereck, even after I sent him fifteen demanding texts throughout the day.
Telling him I was worried.
That I needed to know what was happening.
That he was the only thing I could think about.
And what did I get in return?
Silence.
I was so going to kick his ass once I got out of this.
Even though I’d put on a chunky heel, my boots still sunk into the soft ground below as I trudged around the side of the building.
I had planned to storm out there with my head held high, only I stumbled at the periphery.
Looking out on the scene.
The party was in full swing.
There were way more people out there tonight.
A slew of motorcycles sat beneath the trees on the far side of the clearing, making what amounted to a semi-circle around the front.
As if all that leather and glinting metal could act as a barricade from the rest of the world.
In the middle, another bonfire roared, though this one was three times the size it’d been yesterday.
Sparks licked up from the flames and kissed the gauzy night that filtered in from above.
Bikers were everywhere.
Wearing their cuts with that gruesome emblem on the back.
Women who clearly strutted far better than I did roamed through the throng, and the men didn’t hesitate to reach out and snag them as they waltzed by.
They didn’t seem to mind so much since giggles erupted as the bikers pawed at their bodies.
Honestly, I couldn’t tell who was hunting who.
No wonder Silas didn’t normally let Elena mingle with his pack.
I had half a mind to drag her out of there myself, except she was near the fire, sipping from a beer with that exuberance radiating from her.
Like she was maybe having the most fun she’d ever had.
Wearing jean shorts, a white top, and matching sneakers.
Looking so out of place it was almost comical.
She stood next to the same brute of a man who’d been in front of the autobody shop when I arrived yesterday afternoon.
His massive arms were crossed over his chest, and I could almost see the aggression oozing from his pores as he kept watch over her.
