Page 47 of Inflame Me
“Whatever,” she says.
I lie down on her, her head resting on top of mine. I can feel her facial muscles pulling, no doubt into a smile. Damn, I am so fucked.
I RUB MY hand back and forth on Tanner’s arm. She’s been sleeping for quite a while, but I need her to wake. I just got a text from Pops that we needed to get our asses back to the clubhouse now. Fuck if I know what’s going on, but our alone time just got pulled short.
“Hey,” she whispers groggily.
“Hey. Need you to get your stuff. We’ve gotta head back to the clubhouse.”
Her head pops up. “Already?”
“Yep. Get dressed.”
Tanner moans, but hurriedly pulls on her clothes and stuffs the rest of her things in a bag. “Ready.”
“Let’s go get Dagger and your mom.”
I WANTED TANNER on the back of my fucking bike, but that isn’t an option when Mearna can’t get on the back of Dagger’s. Tanner insisted that she drive her mother, so I had to let her drive that piece of shit that we damaged. It’s not the most ideal thing, but when I called Pops, he told us to get our asses back now, by any means, and this is our means. I don’t like it, but it’s all we’ve got. Dagger’s leading, followed by Tanner and her mom, and then me. It’s the best we can do.
One good thing, though, is the car isn’t leaking shit all over the place, so it could be worse.
Pulling into the compound, Derek, the new prospect, is at the gate and waves us in. Tanner’s car stalls just as we get inside the gate, and I have to swerve to miss hitting it. Fucking hell. I should be pissed, but I’m not. It’s not her fault, and it’s by some miracle that we even made it here.
We park and help the woman into the clubhouse. Dagger carries Mearna. Something weird is going on with that shit, but I don’t have time for it right now.
Entering the main room, Pops greets us at the door. “You have two problems. One …” He points over to the bar where that bitch Sandra is looking at me all wide-eyed and rising from the stool of the bar. “And two, we’re discussing in church in ten minutes.” I pull Tanner close to me, and Pops raises his brow. “Get this shit handled,” he says before walking off.
“Who’s that?” Tanner asks, looking up at me.
“Trouble,” I grumble. “Why don’t you go with Dagger and get your mom settled?” I move my arm away as she nods skeptically. Hell, I don’t blame her a bit.
“Rhys, baby, where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you.” Sandra steps into my space and locks her lips with mine.
I push her hard, and she lands on her ass in front of me. “What the fuck gives you the right to kiss me, you bitch?” Anger blazes in me. I see nothing but red. No one fucking touches me, let alone kisses me, without my consent.
“I just wanted to come and see you.” She tries to stand in her slutty high heels.
“Big fucking mistake.” I turn to Tanner, whose mouth is gaping. “Sprite, go to your room with your mother.” She doesn’t move. “Sprite!” I yell. She jumps, looking at me like I have lost my damn mind, and I pretty much have when it comes to the bitch in front of me.
Tanner says nothing, but she does walk away.
“Cruz, GT,” I call out, and the guys come over. “Need somewhere to lock this bitch up until I can deal with her.” Fucking bitch is a liar, and I should have dealt with her ass a long fucking time ago.
“Panic room,” GT calls out. It’s not really called that, but it scares the shit out of people who hear it. It’s a room we can lock from the outside with no windows, so we know the bitch can’t get out.
After locking her up and hearing her plead, we move to church.
“Know what this shit’s about?” I ask Cruz.
“Fuck no. Pops just called everyone in.” He tosses his phone on the pool table with mine.
“Girls are fine,” Dagger says, entering the room. I have no doubt that Tanner is not fine. Then again, she has to know both sides of me, so I don’t regret shit. That bitch Sandra has more than a little shove coming to her. I’m half tempted to put Princess in there with her for a half hour.
I lift my chin and take my seat at the large, rectangular table that has been in this room for generations. Everyone is here, including Tug, Buzz, and Breaker, the newest members of the Ravage MC.
Bang.The gavel slams, all eyes focusing up on Pops.
“What we did for Blaze is coming back to bite us in the ass,” Pops says.
