Page 103 of Logan
“Wait, are you banging him?” Ivy says, as brow lifted in accusation. “Since when the fuck did this happen?”
They proceed to take up position by the window where I just was. I see the gun shoved into the back of Ivy’s jeans and I swallow.
“Hey, don’t judge,” Chloe says. “I had one too many margaritas and ended up in his bed.” Then to me, she adds, “He’s a Tailgunner, rides at the back of the pack with Panic and Viper, and he’s hot, but nothing happened, unfortunately. We were both too out of it, plus, he’s a sweetheart. I swear to god single dads do it to me all the time.”
Ivy gives her a look. “Fucking Hollywood,” she mutters. “But his kid is cute.”
I don’t even ask if that is his real name. Of course it isn’t, and I’d almost find their bickering funny if we weren’t barricading ourselves inside my cabin.
“Bane is gonna be pissed,” Ivy goes on. “Looks like they waited until he left to strike.”
“Wait, where did he go?” Chloe asks, looking at her bestie confused.
“To rescue some chick. It’s a favor to the NOLA Rebels. Boys are gonna be pissed this went down while they were gone. This is fucking premeditated.”
“This place is safe though, right?” I ask, even though the words sound foreign even to my own ears. “The Skeletons?—”
“They’re not as bad ass as they think they are,” Ivy fills me in. “Though ten points for strategy. And yeah, this place is like Fort Knox. It looks like we have an open property, but there’s a border beyond the trees here. It’s all electric and guarded twenty-four-seven, hence why they brazenly thought they’d attack from the front in broad daylight.”
“Assholes,” Chloe mutters. “They just won’t give up, will they?”
“Tell me about it. I was going to fucking make souffle this morning!” Ivy scolds.
I’d laugh if this wasn’t so frightening.
Instead, I stare at them. It seems like these kinds of shenanigans are the norm around here. Here I was thinking the damn Rebels had some baggage, but a gate blowing up and a rival MC showing up while the Prez is gone is ruining Ivy’s souffle plans. I need to get a grip.
“What’s with the beef, anyway?” I ask, wanting to know the gossip. “What are they fighting about?”
Ivy scoffs. “Their prez is a total loser, he’s always been jealous of Bane, and as far as I know it all started over Diamond, but I can’t be sure about that.”
I blink. “Diamond, as in the Stilettos Riders?”
They’re the ladies over in Texas who run an all-female MC club in the town of Saddle and singlehandedly helped the cops take down trafficking and smuggling over the border. Diamond is bad ass and has a reputation not to be messed with. Star’s younger sister, Tilly, went and joined them a few years back after they were the ones to find her when she was kidnapped, had amnesia and kept her safe.
“Diamond and Bane have history, but they were more like best friends than an actual couple,” Ivy says. “And when Diamond escaped her own horror story, she decided to form an alliance with other likeminded women, hence the Stiletto Riders of Saddle Texas was born. Somewhere in between, the Skeletons got wind and tried to snatch her or some shit, and the rest is history.”
“That’s cool about the women,” Chloe says, peering through the blinds as we all watch the vacant space. It’s eerily calm. “And I love how all of their names are gemstones or precious stones; Ruby, Sapphire, Opal, Pearl…”
I’ve met the women before when they traveled to New Orleans. Sapphire was also instrumental in helping Crystal, who’s old man is Ryder, the VP, escape when she was kidnapped by her ex-boyfriend years ago. What a fucking mess that was.
“Yeah, and I love how trouble seems to find them no matter where they go,” Ivy scoffs. “Nothing Diamond can’t handle, though I wouldn’t tell her any of that.”
I know from the rumors around the club Diamond has had a tough life, but she’s all about girl power and women sticking together. The Stilettos are a force to be reckoned with, and that’s saying something.
“Shit no,” Chloe agrees. “I heard she castrated a man one time.”
We all wince.
“Ouch,” Ivy says. “He would’ve deserved it.”
There’s another loud knock at the door and we all jump. So much for watch-dogs—Dozer doesn’t even bark this time.
“Payden? It’s Dec,” my brother says as I scurry to the door.
I unlock it and he runs in, out of breath. “You’ve been compromised,” he says as I shut the door behind him. He leans back on the desk to try and catch his breath. “Some asshole followed me from New Orleans and must’ve figured out we were related. We think the Skeletons were paid off to come and snatch you.”
My eyes widen in shock and fear as my heart sinks. “Holy shit,” I whisper. “Now everyone is in danger? Because of me?”
