Page 75 of Throttle

“The van circled back to the warehouse but hasn’t moved since then. In my opinion, they got nervous when they spotted Throttle and realized we were trailing them. It's also likely they dumped the unfortunate person off Caden Bridge. Just to be safe.”

It's a reasonable assumption.

“Not that I fully trust Pipe and his guys, but none of you took his warning seriously?” he asks. We don’t answer because damn. “I have a goddamn headache.” Chain pinches the bridge of his nose. “If this happens again, I'll remove your patches. There ain’t no rule book. I built this club from the very beginning. I put every single one of you here and I’ll take you out. Get me?”

We nod. The tension has vanished, and I’m confident everyone shares my happiness in not being kicked out.

“Can’t fucking hear you.” Chain cups his ear.

"Aye," we say together.

“Good. Now get out of my sight. Bring me any information related to that tracker.” He bats us away like flies. “Oh, and Throttle. Stop playing games with your woman and tell her already because, honestly, we're tired of your shitty, moody behavior.”

Heat rises, starting at my neck. Guess he was on a roll. “Everyone knows?”

Bullet gives me a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Yeah, brother. Everyone knows.”

Laughter erupts, and I’m stunned. Was I that obvious? Were my emotions for her so fucking clear?

“It’s for her own benefit,” I spit out to no one specific while they get up from their seats.

“Sure, dumbass,” someone mumbles amongst themselves.

That’s the reality. I keep telling myself.

We file out. Hush first. Myself, Tank, and Charger last.

“Fuck, I about pissed myself.” Charger rubs the nape of his neck.

“My balls shriveled up inside me,” Tank jokes, readjusting himself.

I assumed we were done, my patch gone forever. My chest tightens with emotion because this proves how loyal Chain is to this family.

Downstairs, disappointment hits as I see our temp bartender working on Tequila’s shift. I wonder if she's sick or avoiding me. What a pompous ass I am to assume it's because of me.

“She’s out.” Angel bumps my shoulder. Hard. And it knocks me out of my thoughts. “With Caleb.”

A wave of jealousy washes over me, causing my stomach to plummet.

I’ll kill him.

“I didn’t ask.” But now I want to murder the prick. There's a chance he’s the right man for her. Maybe he’ll make her happy. And because I'm a complete jerk, the need to break every bone in his body at the mere idea of him touching her is tempting.

“Your nostrils are flaring.” Angel glares, pointing at my face.

“She’s a grown woman. She can go out with whoever she wants.”

No. She cannot.

“She wants you. You moron. My God. What the hell is wrong with you?” Angel follows me as I stomp out front to my Harley. I got to get out of here.

“Leave it alone, Angel. I mean it.”

“She’s my best friend. You’re her best friend. That is until you literally fucked her over.” She shoves my shoulder again. “Let’s go.” She slides off her leather jacket, setting it on the hood of her car and ties up her long blonde hair.

Was she serious right now?

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, without a chance in hell I’d fight her. She’s a female and my sister.

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