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“Remember what we talked about,” Dad said with a stern look at Kaz.
“Yes, sir,” Kaz responded.
Miles looked between them, shaking his head. Despite the two of them getting on a little too well in his opinion, Dad had indeed threatened Kaz, and he knew Kaz was taking it seriously. As annoying as it was, it also filled him with love and appreciation for both men.
He picked up his bag Kaz had already retrieved from upstairs, and pulled the strap over his shoulder. He hugged his fathers, something warm blooming inside him when they happily embraced Kaz, too.
“We’ll come see you and your new clubhouse,” Dad said, and Miles wasn’t sure if it was a threat.
“We’ll look forward to it, sir,” Kaz said.
Dad rolled his eyes. “Stop calling me that. You’re making me feel old.”
“You are old,” Pop said with a teasing smile.
Dad turned his head slowly toward Pop, a look in his eyes that had Pop’s eyes widening and Miles pushing Kaz out the door.
“Bye,” he called out before closing the door, Kaz’s low chuckle earning him a raised middle finger.
He shook his head and started down the walkway toward Kaz’s bike, only to have a thought halt his steps.
“Did you bring my helmet? Emmett still has my car.”
He could’ve easily gotten it back sometime over the past few weeks, but he hadn’t exactly had much need for a vehicle and, well, he enjoyed riding behind Kaz. Now, though? He really didn’t want to go back inside to grab Pop’s car keys because he knew all too well what he’d walk in on, and he didn’t need more trauma.
Kaz’s wry smile sent a flurry of butterflies through his stomach. Kaz didn’t answer. He just walked to his bike and pulled a helmet out of his saddlebags.
He blew out a breath, shaking his head before walking up to Kaz. He let Kaz pull the helmet over his head, chuckling when Kaz pushed the visor up and said, “As if I’d go anywhere without it.”
He wasn’t even embarrassed by the mushy feeling it gave him.
He was so in love.
He waited for Kaz to mount the bike, and then he stepped on the footpeg, hands on Kaz’s shoulders as he threw his leg over the bike and settled behind Kaz. He wrapped his arms around the man and let his eyes fall shut as Kaz steered them onto the road.
The ride was about an hour long, and he enjoyed every single second of it. He leaned against Kaz as he took in the feel of the wind beating against them, the rumble of the bike beneath them. It was freedom.
He was smiling when Kaz turned down the driveway to the clubhouse, but it quickly faded at the chaos they rode straight into. There were bikes and people everywhere, running back and forth, panic clear on their faces.
The second the bike came to a stop, he was off and jerking his helmet off, Kaz doing the same. He pulled the strap of his bag over his head and left the bag on the ground by the bike, stepping toward Kaz.
“What’s going on?”
“Let’s find out,” Kaz said, his hand warm against the small of Miles’s back.
They walked toward the nearest biker, unease building in Miles’s stomach.
“It’s about damned time you showed up.”
Miles stilled, his pulse jumping at the sound of that voice.
When his gaze found Dante Serrano, he expected to see the calm, confident man in a dark tailored suit who’d threatened the club just a few weeks ago, but the man standing before him? If he’d worn a suit jacket when he left home, it was gone now. The sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up to above his elbows, his black trousers spotted with dirt, and the look on his face? It was anything but calm and confident. There was fury there, but also something else that had Miles’s heart skipping a beat.
“What are you doing here?” Kaz asked, the slightest edge to his voice.
Dante glared at him, his voice hoarse as he spoke. “They’ve taken Kian.”
Miles sucked in a breath, the air stuttering in his lungs as they constricted, fear rushing in.
