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It takes a few times to catch, but once it does, I glance at Haven.
“Get ready to ride like a bat outta hell. We don’t want to be anywhere near her when this blows.”
Chapter Thirteen
HAVEN
The plan worked!
Who knew arson could be so much fun? We watched from a distance for a large boom, but that never happened. The house, however, caught fire quickly, and within an hour, we could see the large black cloud of smoke that drew most of the police presence from my house.
I guess the gas must have been off, but either way, the result was Loki asking Mrs. Duncan what happened while I got Diesel out of the backyard.
Thank God my neighbor is such a gossip.
We had one of the other club members meet us, and I switched vehicles with her. I was now sitting inside a cherry red Camaro with my dog, waiting outside a shitty looking motel, regretting my life choices.
“I think the clubhouse might have had fewer bed bugs.” I pet Diesel’s head affectionately as the rumble of a Harley finally meets my ears.
“About fucking time.” It had been hours, and I wanted a shower and a bed desperately.
Although maybe I should just go get my own room somewhere else. Then I remembered I had no ID with Danica’s name, and I couldn’t stay anywhere in my own at the moment.
FUCKING HELL.
“You stay here and behave. DO NOT eat the car.” Diesel whimpers and puts his head down on the console.
“I MEAN IT!” I step out of the car and close the door as Apex approaches.
Diesel sits up and growls at him.
“Call off the pooch.” I look between them as they stare at one another.
“Sure, once you show me the room and I decide if I’m staying here.” I cross my arms in defiance.
“Azrael, you’ve got no other option. Get that demon dog and come on. I got your shit.” He lifts my bookbag in the air and shakes it.
Sighing, I open the door for Diesel and then grab his collar as he launches himself at Apex.
“Easy, he’s a friend. I think,” I add the last part lower as I wrangle the dog and try not to fall on my ass.
“You’re a mean old fucking thing, aren’t ya? EASY,” Apex comes closer with his hand stretched out for Diesel to sniff.
Brave man.
My dog lunges, and I barely hold him back.
“Behave, Diesel.” I hiss at him, but he continues to growl.
“I bite back fucker, so calm the hell down.” Apex’s hand is now in biting distance, but to my surprise, Diesel calms and bumps his nose into the man’s palm.
“That’s a good boy. You get a steak on me tonight.” He pets my traitor of a dog and then looks up at me.
“Hungry?”
“Ok, this place is incredible! I was sure I’d find blood splattered walls and bugs.” I look around the motel room that would put some five-star resorts to shame.
“Looks can be deceiving. Weren’t ya taught not to judge a book by its cover?” Apex is currently lighting the fireplace, and I’m having trouble keeping my eyes off his ass.
