Page 6 of Nitro

Once there, Tommy dismounted from the bike, and I did the same.

"I'm heading for the men's room," Tommy announced, stretching a bit. "I think I want a candy bar from the convenience store."

"Can you get me a soda?" I asked.

Tommy nodded, and I seized the opportunity to exchange a meaningful look with Spike.

"Right. I'll come with you," Spike offered.

"To the men's room?" Tommy asked and raised an eyebrow. "I don't need a bodyguard, Nitro. I'm perfectly fine on my own."

Oops, were Spike and I being overbearing? I sucked in a breath and decided to play it cool.

"No, seriously, I need to go," Spike chimed in, stepping toward the bathroom.

“I want grape soda," I reminded Tommy and he only rolled his eyes.

Once my gas tank was full, I couldn't help but notice that Spike and Tommy hadn't returned yet.

My eyes narrowed as I observed Spike heading my way, holding a box of cigarettes and a can of opened beer.

I couldn't help but frown. Spike shouldn’t have left Tommy’s side.

"Where's Tommy?" I asked Spike.

"Cool your jets, he was right behind me in the line. He'll be here soon," he assured me.

Spike's nonchalant response only irritated me and I debated punching his lights out but at the last second, changed my mind.

As each minute ticked by, my unease only grew. After a brief internal debate, I decided to take matters into my own hands and find Tommy myself.

I entered the convenient store, immediately seeking out Tommy’s familiar scent.

Would Tommy freak out, if he knew I already imprinted it to my memory?

As I made my way through the aisles of the convenience store, a man's arrogant voice reached my ears.

"You don't have to think about it. Come with me. I'll show you my Porsche. She's a beauty."

I hurriedly located Tommy, who was standing near the counter, cornered by an alpha shifter.

The stranger wore expensive slacks and a crisp blue polo shirt. Tommy clutched his purchases—a chocolate bar and my grape soda—close to his chest.

His body language screamed discomfort.

"Tommy," I called out, my voice firm and protective.

That immediately captured Tommy's attention as well as the jerk's. Relief washed over Tommy's features as he caught sight of me.

He wasted no time and hastily made his way in my direction.

The other alpha, noticing my Grizzly Reapers MC patch on my leather jacket, turned pale and fell silent.

I slipped my arm around Tommy’s shoulder and bared my teeth at the alpha.

I wanted to make it clear that Tommy was off-limits. To my disappointment, the other alpha wisely chose to back off.

He probably realized he had bitten off more than he could chew.

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