Page 19 of Unmasked Anarchy
“Fuck, darlin,” he murmurs, pulling me into his arms.He smells like leather, beer, and a scent all of his own.I crumble into him, letting my arms fall around his waist.
I can’t remember the last time someone held me like this.
Kael doesn’t ask questions, and for that, I’m grateful.
He just holds me until I stop crying, then he gets me the hell out of there.He pulls out of the parking lot, not caring about the speed limit, the traffic, the high-pitched complaints of the old engine.I stare out the window, my eyes scanning the road for bikes, but they don’t come.
We don’t talk.
There’s only the road and the radio murmuring softly, the hum of a world going on like nothing happened.My teeth are starting to chatter, but I don’t want to ask him to turn the heat up.I am already asking enough of him tonight.I must drift off, because when I wake, the truck is slowing down as it pulls into a pair of double gates.
The Fallen Sons’ clubhouse is nicer than ours.It is so well put together, and most of them live on site, in a bunch of rooms that surround a main outdoor area.Their sheds are bigger, their garage earning far more than ours, and I know the club itself is a bigger deal than ours.At this stage, anyway.
If Gage gets his own way, it won’t be.
Kael looks over to me once the truck stops and offers a small smile.
“I fell asleep,” I murmur, rubbing my eyes.
“Needed it,” he says, reaching over and sliding a strand of hair away from my eyes.
Then, we get out.
A biker is standing outside, smoke in his hand, watching us approach.He is spectacular, his face sharp but gorgeous.It’s his eyes that give me pause, though.One blue, one hazel, both sharp as hell.
He looks at me, then at Kael, and then back at me.“This her?”he asks, bringing the cigarette to his lips.
Kael nods.
“You’ve been a hot topic around here,” he murmurs.“Sable.”
“I have no doubt,” I murmur.“You are?”
He tips his head to the side.“Steel.”
“Do you have a first name, Steel?”
He stares at me.“Nope.”
I roll my eyes, and Kael grunts.“Call him Talon, he loves it.”
Talon shoots Kael a glare, then he jerks his head toward the door.“Prez is inside.Wants to see you.”
Kael nods, putting his hand on my lower back and guiding me toward the large open garage.
There are people everywhere.Some girls, some old timers, a couple of raw-faced prospects cleaning up broken glass under the pool table.All of them look up as we pass.We end up in a large room with a wooden table in the middle.No doubt where Church is conducted.
I sit down at the end, rubbing my hand over my neck where Gage had me against the truck.Kael comes over, squatting down in front of me, taking my chin in his hand and turning my head side to side.“You hurt?”
I smile, I can’t help it.“No, my hero.”
He grunts, Steel snorts.
“Just checkin’.”
A few minutes later, the president comes in.Wolfe Cross.I know him.Everyone does.He’s even more attractive up close, and I suddenly feel incredibly small in the room.
“You good, brother?”
