Page 10 of Motorycle Daddies

There, I didn’t lie to her, but I didn’t say too much.

Unfortunately, I can feel her following me as I turn away. Her tiny feet make soft sounds as she pads behind me.

“I know something is up. I’m going to get to the bottom of it one way or another.”

I go to the bar, hoping somebody there can tell me where the hell Dart is.

Bane is there, and part of me hopes his presence will distract Harlow, especially as he pulls her in and makes her blush with the deepest kiss I’ve seen in quite a while. People here are usually good about keeping that shit upstairs or in their bedrooms, but the three men who managed to win over Harlow without getting kicked out of the club—they tend to flaunt it.

I get it, they’re madly in love with her, and she’s clearly attached.

“What are you doing out here, baby?” Bane asks.

With her good and distracted by Bane, I ask the bartender about Dart. He knows nothing. Dammit. I’m about to keep looking when Harlow says, “I’ve been trying to get Trap to tell me what’s going on, but he’s being so secretive.” She glares at me.

I shake my head at Bane, but he has no filter when it comes to her. He spills everything.

“So, you’re going after the Bratva?” she asks, looking back and forth between the two of us.

I rub my forehead, getting a migraine over all this bullshit.

“Of course we are, baby. All for you. They’re going to pay.” Bane kisses her on the cheek and on the neck, squeezing her hard around the middle when he says it.

I roll my eyes. “Look, I’d love to stay and chat, but I really need to find Dart.”

“Last I saw him, he was outside.” Bane points toward the door leading out to the lot where all the bikes are kept. He must be having a smoke or something.

“Thanks,” I tell him, turning around to walk outside.

Harlow’s voice stops me. “How dangerous is this going to be, Trap? I want them to pay, but I don’t want anyone to get hurt over this. Nobody else needs to get hurt.”

I turn around. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure nobody gets hurt, darlin’. Now, you worry about those beautiful children of yours, okay? You let me take care this.”

And then I walk away, hoping she can let go and doesn’t try to stick her nose into this any further.

I do find Dart outside, throwing a cigarette to the ground and stomping on it. His newly shaved head glistens in the sunset.

“It’s almost like a mirror,” I tell him, teasing him as I come up and rub the top of his head.

He smacks me away, putting his fists up at me. I know it’s a joke. He’s mostly bark, no bite until it matters.

“Don’t tell me you fucking came out here just to do that. I know you were just in that meeting. You sworn to secrecy?” Dart asks as he leans against his bike.

I shake my head. “Not this time. Actually, I came to get your help. But it’s going to be dangerous. You in?”

He grins from ear to ear, his bright blue eyes flashing. “You know the hell I am. Tell me everything.”

We have to park our bikes half a mile away from the location we were given. So, as much as I hate it, I leave my Harley sitting in a giant parking garage downtown and then trek with Grizzly and Dart to what seems to be a popular nightclub.

Strangely enough, as we approach, everything looks normal. It’s mostly people under the age of forty, standing in line to get into the club. Most are dressed in jeans or maybe something a little bit more formal. None of them look like the seedy type. However, as Grizzly reads the directions again, we realize we have to go in the back door.

It’s supposed to be a VIP lounge or something. But I’m pretty sure that’s just a front. How often do the Bratva host auctions like this? And do they always do it here? Probably, now that they own the damn place.

As we head around to the back of the club, I turn to Grizzly. “Are we sure this is the location Romano gave us? It’s kind of conspicuous.”

Dart scoffs. “If you ask me, this seems like the perfect place. No one would think you would do this kind of thing in the open.”

Grizzly gives us both a look. “Would you two clowns shut your fucking mouths?” We’re trying to be covert here ourselves. If every asshole within five miles hears what we’re talking about, our cover is more than blown. Don’t make me regret letting both of you come to this.”

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