Page 47 of Ride or Dies

“She’s not going anywhere but inside,” Levi snapped. “And this time, she’s going to stay there.”

“Levi—” I started.

“Not a word.” Grabbing my hand, he started for the door, his pace fast enough that I almost had to jog to keep up.

I gritted my teeth and went along with it, but only because I didn’t want an audience for this. When we were in private, I had a few choice words for Mr. Asshole Bradshaw.

We went past Mason’s and Tucker’s rooms to the one at the end of the hall, and the fact that I was going to see his room for the first time when I was this annoyed just irritated me even more. So when he opened the door and flipped on the light, I barely registered anything other than the massive bed on the far side of the room.

Yanking my hand out of his, I spun around to get this thing started, only to find that he was already halfway out the door. I was still standing there with my mouth hanging open like some fucking fish when the door closed behind him. And then I heard two locks click into place.

“You did not just lock me in here!” I shouted as I stomped over to the door and tried to open it. It didn’t budge. Jiggling the handle like it would actually make a difference, I yelled, “What sort of psycho has a lock on the outside of his bedroom?”

I didn’t get a response, but I honestly didn’t expect one. Not after how shitty he’d been from the moment he told me I wasn’t going with them to talk to Becca. I kicked the door, cursing at the sharp pain that shot through my foot. Glaring at the door, I tried to figure out the lock situation only to see that both the doorknob and the dead bolt were the sort that required a key, probably on either side.

“Let me out of here!” I hit the door with the flat of my hand, ignoring the sting. “You can’t lock me in here, you fucking bastard! Mason! Tucker! Let me out!”

When no one came, I continued shouting insults until my throat started to hurt, but I didn’t hear a single peep from the hallway. No one guarding the door or telling me to shut up. Nothing.

Then I remembered that Levi had told his brothers to gather the men, and realized that he’d locked me in here so he and the rest of the testosterone club could discuss their business, like I hadn’t been right there in the middle of the mess.

I reached for my purse, determined to get my phone and tell Jenna that I wanted to take her up on her offer to have me stay with her and Isabel, but that was when I suddenly realized that I didn’t have my purse. I knew I had it when we left the bar, because I remembered adjusting it when I was sitting down behind Levi. As I mentally went back over my steps, it hit me what must’ve happened.

When Levi left his room, he’d slipped my purse off my shoulder and taken it with him so that I couldn’t make any calls.

He was going to be lucky if I didn’t castrate him with a rusty butter knife when he came back here.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Mason

“Church!” I called into the garage before flicking the lights on and off just to make sure no one ignored me. “Let’s go!”

When a minute passed and no one came out, I turned off the lights and started back toward the clubhouse, muttering about electric bills even though that was actually the furthest thing from my mind. Problem was, the part of the shit from the bar that Levi was going to talk about wasn’t the part I wanted to deal with.

Hearing those gunshots and knowing that Jenna and Evie were inside Rocky’s was the worst moment of my life. I’d done a lot of shit over the years, been in a lot of scary situations and had the scars to prove it, but I’d never been as terrified as I was in those moments when I didn’t know if they were safe.

And if I was going to be completely honest, Evie was the first person I’d been thinking of. Maybe it made me an asshole that my sister hadn’t been number one, but that was just how it happened.

“I think we’ve got everyone,” Tucker said as he met me on the porch. He looked over at Jenna who was standing near the door, but not inside, like she was going to defy Levi even if it was just the difference of a couple feet. “Isabel on her way?”

“She’ll be here in ten minutes,” Jenna said, glaring at both of us. “Is someone at the gate to let her in while ya’ll are in your meeting?”

“Lara,” Tucker said. “I asked her and Junkyard’s old lady to keep an eye out. And before you ask—yes, they know Isabel’s coming so you don’t have to worry about them shooting your fiancée by accident.”

Jenna pointed at me and then at Tucker. “Before you go in, the two of you listen to me good. I don’t know what’s going on with you and Evie, but if I get a call that any of you are treating her badly, I’m telling Mom.”

“Shit.” Tucker rubbed the back of his neck and scuffed the toe of his boot on the porch like he was some scrawny teenager again. “Why’d you gotta pull the Mom card?”

“I mean it,” Jenna said. “And you tell Levi too. I saw the way the three of you were being at Rocky’s, and I get that you needed some time to process, but if you don’t make things right with her, I’m gonna put my foot so far up your asses that you’ll taste my Manolo Blahniks.”

I winced at the image, but didn’t question that she could do it. Some women who were the only girl and the youngest ended up sheltered and naïve. Jenna had taken it as a challenge.

With Jenna’s threat hanging over our heads, Tucker and I went inside and found a couple of empty seats at the bar. Levi was already up front, sitting on the platform we used as a stage whenever we needed something or someone to be easily seen. His eyes caught ours and we both nodded, letting him know that everything had been handled on our end of things.

“All right.” His voice easily carried over the low talking, and he waited a few seconds to let people finish up whatever they’d been saying before he continued. “The Black Cobras just shot up Rocky’s Bar.”

The atmosphere in the room shifted immediately, the air filled with the sort of buzz that came with violence and a desire for revenge. Every man was on edge now, waiting for the rest of what Levi had to say.

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