Page 95 of Enemies to Lovers

They’d been dear to the club, and the club had missed them like crazy.

I couldn’t wait to meet them.

“Threat’s gone,” I heard Garrett say. “Though, not sayin’ he won’t circle back around. Hate to tell y’all but your bikes are toast.”

Copper got up and helped me to my feet, Holt firmly in his grasp.

I wiped the dust and dirt off of Holt’s body, then looked behind me to see where all the men and women were staring.

The bikes that we’d rode in on were totaled.

The armored vehicle had flattened them on his way out. That’d been the crunch of metal on metal that I’d heard.

My gaze went to the ground where all the bullets had hit, and my stomach soured.

“What the hell?” I asked.

“My sentiments exactly,” Keely murmured.

Dima, Keely’s husband, looked enraged.

He was holding his tongue, though, likely because of the cops that were so near.

Garrett had stayed with the downed judge, who looked to only have a flesh wound on his arm that hopefully wouldn’t cause him too much trouble.

“Police chase going through the city right now,” Cakes said as he came up to meet us. “Congratulations.”

I gave him a wobbly smile. “Thanks?”

Cakes threw his arm around me and said, “Sorry I was late. I was bakin’ your wedding cake. Then this guy showed up.”

‘This guy’ being Knight.

“Did you finish?” I asked with a watery smile.

“Sure did,” he said. “Elaine, Knight’s wife, stayed behind to get some of the stuff situated. Party’s still on. Though, we’re going to have to take an Uber or somethin’ to get there.”

I glanced at the bikes once again before I said, “I have my car.”

“That’ll fit five of us,” Keely murmured. “Still need four more vehicles.”

“Five small people,” Dima corrected. “Though, my bike’s fine. I parked under that tree because you complain about your cooter getting roasted when I park it in the sun.”

Keely’s face flamed. “I do not!”

“Yes you…” Dima didn’t get to finish his sentence because Keely’s hand went over his mouth.

Dima wasn’t laughing, but I could see some of the tension leak out of his shoulders.

Garrett came up to us finally, and I got my first good look at Boss, who looked like an incredibly scary German Shepherd.

“Wow,” I said. “He’s beautiful.”

“He is.” Garrett didn’t offer to let me pet him, and I didn’t ask, because it looked like they were in work mode. “Y’all have any idea who that could’ve been?”

“Unless it was her ex,” Copper said, jerking his thumb at me. “But I don’t see him doing that. Are we sure it was about us and not the judge? Or you?”

Garrett frowned. “At this point, I don’t have any answers. Guess I’ll keep you updated as we get more information.”

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