Page 74 of Jax

“Is there a problem?” I asked, looking to the veteran recruit.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Nah, I don’t think so. It was loud where he was calling me from, so I couldn’t hear him well. He just said it was about the women?”

Wolf let out a harsh growl, a hand running down his face. “Anna isn’t in the clubhouse, is she?”

“Anna?” Pipe frowned, glancing over his shoulder at the open doorway, as if he was double-checking. “She went out with Mallory and Bell earlier.”

“Shit,” Hunter and Wolf both groaned simultaneously.

Wolf took a moment to prepare before he had his hands in his sidesaddle and was digging out his cell. It wasn’t long before Mint’s voice sounded on the other side.

“Where the fuck are they?” Wolf barked, his frown back on show. “The nightclub? Why the fuck is she there?” He paused. “I told her no. Goddamn that woman!” Wolf yelled, his hand tugging on the greyish-pink hair on his head. The mafia hadn’t dare mentioned his hair. It was still a sight to behold though, especially when you forgot about it and then saw it again. Made me laugh every time.

“Tell them I want their asses home now!” Wolf yelled, his frustrated growl escalated into a roar. “What do you mean they aren’t listening?”

I peered over at Hunter, who was curled into a tight, lumpy ball around his handle bars, rubbing his head against his forearms, as if he might rub away the pain in his head… and his heart.

Old ladies.

I couldn’t help the chuckle under my breath.

Apparently, it wasn’t low enough, however, as Wolf spun on me, his eyes furious. “I don’t know why you’re fucking laughing,” Wolf snapped, and I couldn’t help the sinking feeling in my stomach as his face grew slightly smug. “Your girl’s dancing on the fucking bar.”

“What?” I was off my bike in a second, almost sending the machine toppling backward. My beautiful machine that in that second, I completely neglected.

“We’re on our way.” Wolf smashed his finger on the cell screen and shoved it back in his pockets.

“Cage. Now.” Wolf’s voice threw at Pipe and the young man was gone in a flash, knowing when not to tempt the wolf. Even though Pipe didn’t have a license to drive, it seemed he was more than willing to risk getting caught by Jeremiah than oppose our pissed-off president.

The recruit might have a good head on his shoulders after all.

“What the fuck is Ronnie doing there?” I growled. “She isn’t supposed to leave the ranch! What’s Mint doing?”

Wolf’s flat lips tightened, and I could see how much he wanted to tear my head off for my tone, but he didn’t, and a second later, I knew why.

“Anna showed him a fake text. Said she got your permission. She masterminded the whole thing.”

For fuck sake.

Anna may have become something like a sister to me in these last few years, especially the most recent one, but, fuck, she was a menace in all instances. Probably what made her feel so sister-like.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

“Yeah, and I’m bound to it,” Wolf growled but otherwise dropped his ass on his seat and fired up his engine.

* * *

Arriving first was a mistake.

Plunging my foot down on my engine, ragging my gears and getting here before any of the rest of them, wasn’t the wisest choice as my eyes hit what could only be described as a scene of carnage.

I spotted Mint’s head above the crowd, and I knew it was about to get worse. He had some pathetic asshole pinned to the wall with one hand, and as much as the guy was trying to get away, he wasn’t getting anywhere, probably too drunk to even take a piss from the way his head was lolling. Mint, however, wasn’t paying the man any attention, he was arguing with Bell, the girl looking ready to take his head off, flushed red in the face and arms flying around in the air.

“Fuck,” I grumbled.

“Yeah, my bad.” Anna’s little voice popped up beside me.

“You,” I spun, pissed beyond belief.

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