Page 50 of Unmasked Anarchy
“That’s tomorrow’s problem,” I murmur, rolling and shifting until I am on top of him.“You ready to go again yet, old man?”
He grins up at me.“Oh yeah.”
We fuck again, slower this time, and when I clamp my hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, he only laughs into my palm.We both know he’s not the one making all the noise.
After, we go back to the clubhouse and crawl into Kael’s bed.
Once again, I get to sleep tangled up in the arms of a man I am starting to think I can’t live without.
That scares the hell out of me.
12
The next few weeksare somewhat chaotic.
Gage hasn’t reached out, and I’m not certain if that makes me happy or nervous.I just can’t see a world where he simply accepts me leaving and does nothing about it.But still, why hasn’t he even tried to reach out?I don’t want complications, but after all these years, it’s a knife to the gut knowing he doesn’t seem to give a crap.
Kael has doubled down trying to find who hurt me, and so far has come up empty.There seems to be little movement on that side of things.The police have asked a million questions, but the second they realized I was an old lady, their interest changed.It’s as if I’m not worth looking into anymore.Just because I belong to a biker doesn’t mean I’m not worthy of the same care as the rest of the world.
Wolfe has decided to move the remaining guns in the warehouse.He’s nervous, the cops have been sniffing around and even hit them with a raid a few nights ago.Of course they came up empty.The club isn’t stupid enough to leave anything on the compound for them to find.They’re closing in though, and Wolfe wants to get away from guns for a while until the heat dies down.
So tonight they’re going on a ride to move the final product.
Kael takes his time readying for the run, and I find myself watching from the edge of the kitchen.He always makes a fucking mess, leaving a trail of empty coffee cups, granola bar wrappers, and his cut tossed over the back of the nearest barstool.The others are more meticulous—Wolfe constantly rearranges his guns, Knox sharpens his knives like the world is out to get the edge of them, and Talon, well, he just sits on the porch, staring out past the bikes like he’s waiting for someone to walk up and start a war.
The plan is simple.Go to the warehouse, load up the guns, get it out of town before the cops get wind of anything solid.This is the last run until the heat dies down, and everyone’s acting ...well, tense.It’s all hands on deck for the ride, so we are staying behind, ordered to stay indoors until they get back.A girls night sounds pretty good to me.
They leave right after sundown.Kael’s “See you soon, baby,” is accompanied by a quick squeeze of my ass and a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.The place is suddenly too quiet.Just Nia, Mera, and me.They set up in the lounge with a bottle of gin, pizza and a hell of a lot of girly movies that I haven’t seen half of.
That’s shameful.
I pour myself a drink while Nia tries to teach Mera how to make cocktails using only what we have on hand, which is a grotesque mix of a blue sports drink, gin, some questionable triple sec, and a bag of candy I didn’t know we had.Mera jokes about death by sugar, but she drinks it anyway.We spend the next few hours drinking and laughing, getting lost in the time we actually get to spend together.
It’s about half past ten, and my head swims in that awkward between-place, too buzzy to sleep but too tired to keep caring about these movies.Needing some fresh air, I go outside, standing in the common area and sucking in the cool night air.That’s when I notice them.Dark shapes edging along the front fence.At first I think it’s animals, until the glimmer of steel flashes.
Whoever it is, they’re armed.
