Page 24 of Bound By Fate
“I get that. You were stuck.”
His fingers started working on my toes meticulously, and a groan escaped my lips.
“They’re all stuck for the most part. Some don’t want to upset their parents or be cast out of the family. It’s all they know.”
His palm massaged my heel. I seriously loved his touch. “Would you help someone who wanted out?”
I lifted my head and looked him straight in the eye. “In a heartbeat. One of my sisters contacted me, and I’m waiting on her call. She says she wants to get out.”
He nodded, seeming to take it all in. “You need help with that?”
My head fell back to the couch. “I have no idea right now. Not sure what the situation is until she calls.”
“You know I’ve got your back, right?” The seriousness of his tone told me he meant that with every ounce of his being. It did crazy things to my body.
And my heart.
I wished the darn thing wouldn’t react to him this way, but there was no way to get around it. His mere presence lit me on fire.
Now what had I gotten myself into?
8
DRYERSON
“Is everything set in motion?”Cruz asked, arms crossed over his chest, directing the entire Ravage Motorcycle Club. Prospects and all. This was a huge undertaking with many of moving parts.
Everything had been worked out to a T, or at least we hoped so. Shit could always go wrong no matter what you were doing. I knew my mission and wouldn’t let any of the brothers down.
“Yep,” GT answered. “It’s as close to eliminating threats as we could be.”
“There’s somethin’ up,” Rhys added in. “I feel it in my bones.”
Cruz grabbed his gun and put it in the holster. “Me too, but we need intel. It’s like they're fuckin’ ghosts.”
“No one can be ghosts for long,” Micah said beside me. We were standing off to the side, our backs against the wall, taking everything in.
“Since you can’t find shit, they are fuckin’ ghosts,” Rhys bit back.
Micah put his hands up in front of him. “Understand, big man. Just pissed I can’t find ’em.”
This seemed to appease Rhys as he put his focus on the group at large. “Vests today,” he ordered, looking to Cruz. “Gut man.”
Cruz took him in. They had some silent communication, and Cruz came to a decision. “Vests. Eyes open.”
We all grunted our agreement.
Walking into an unknown situation was never easy. So many variables could go right or wrong. Thinking in the moment to fix the wrongs was key.
Meeting in a neutral spot was ideal. Jett, the fucker, wanted it on his land. While we wanted in there to find out what he had going on, there was no way in hell we’d walk into a fucking ambush. And that was what we thought it would be.
There was no commonality with these people. There was no connection. We knew nothing of them. We had no idea what they knew about us. They were stealing from us, which was the reason we were here.
“Let’s ride,” Cruz ordered, and we got our shit together, put on the vests, and started to ride.
Cruz was in the front with GT and Cooper at both his sides. Then there was a mass of men; Rhys, Tug, Buzz, Breaker, Deke, Green, Ryker, Ax and Raiden.
We were following behind in Micah’s SUV, which didn’t make me happy when I wanted on the back of my bike too.
