Page 96 of Blade

“Yea, right after the run,” I confirmed.

We returned to the main room, and I immediately stiffened. Standing over my girl was the bastard that tried to drag her off last night.

Stomping over and getting right in his face, I barked, “You didn’t learn your lesson last night, asshole?”

Jumping from the table, Becca rushed over to get between us.

“Blade, stop, he was apologizing.” She pressed her hands against my chest, trying to push me back.

I let her push me back away from Angel because I didn’t want her anywhere near him.

“He has been very respectful and stayed on the opposite side of the table. He didn’t even sit down.”

I peered down at her, wrapping my arm around her waist, as I pulled her to me.

“Are you done eating?”

When she nodded, I pulled her along with me, ignoring Angel. “Let’s go get ready.”

I walked her out the door directly to my bike. Others started piling out behind us, climbing on their bikes to line up. Everyone mounted, lined up, then rode out, with me in the front and Becca behind me against my back.

Behind us were King and Steele, the club presidents. The VPs were next. Cash, with Rachel behind him. And Stone. Then the officers from both clubs staggered together and the patched members behind them, with the prospects bringing up the rear.

Much to the agitation of the club girls, Becca, Rachel, and Lily, who rode on Ace’s bike, were the only girls allowed on the run with us. We rode through town and people waved as we passed by. Some of the store owners came out to wave as well.

We did one of these runs, usually once a month during the riding season. Our members were impressive enough.When the guys from the Mother Chapter rode with us, it was loud and shocking for those who weren’t used to it.

We rode for about three hours. The roads in Nebraska were flat and mostly straight. It was easy to lose track of everything else when we were out here on the bikes.

When Becca asked how much longer, I remembered we had planned to have lunch at the diner. We were about an hour out, but I imagined everyone was getting hungry, so we turned back toward town.

Pulling into the parking lot of The Diner, we filed in one at a time, backing the bikes up in a line that spanned the length of the diner and then some.

When we started the chapter here, we added so much business to the diner that they sectioned off the parking lot so there would always be a place to park our bikes.

Walking in, Rachel, Becca, and Lily immediately headed to the restrooms. Cash came up behind me and whispered, “Watch your back, brother, you pissed off my old lady.”

Turning toward him, confused, I asked, “What the hell did I do?”

“No clue. She came home from shopping yesterday grumbling, and it’s only gotten worse this morning when she found out Beck spent the night with you.”

“What the—”

“Hey, asshole.” Rachel walked up to me and socked me in the stomach.

“Doll, you can’t—”

Rounding on Cash, she slashed a hand through the air. “No! This isn’t club related, this is fucking personal. So you don’t get a say.”

“Doll, you can’t punch a brother,” Cash told her, then looked over at King for backup.

King was smirking at me.

Rat bastard.

“I saw nothing, brother. Let her do what she needs to do,” King said, clearly enjoying the show.

“You fucking kissed her,” Rachel whisper-yelled.

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