Page 16 of Bully's Darkness
“Not hard,” he says with a shrug. “I called the hospital to arrange a toy donation for the sick kids. They asked if I was the bikers from the warehouse on Main Street. I had a ride in the area and spotted an old nightclub. It closed down years ago. Bikes all outside, they’re not hiding.”
“Perfect. Is the word out on social media?”
He nods. “Local news might even make an appearance.”
“Have Brains come up with a little speech in case. I don’t wanna talk to anyone.”
It’s almost three o’clock when we ride out of the club gates. Boss is the perfect man for Road Captain, always managing to pull off this shit at the last minute, and as we fall into formation, cars make way for us to pass through.
We ride all the way to the hospital without a hitch. Then, we spend some time passing out the toys and books that the prospects spent all morning buying. We chat to the staff about funding cuts, and Tally promises to look over our figures to see where we can help with donations. And then we head back, taking the route through Main Street. I slow right down, revving as we pass, and as the Scorpions step out, I lock eyes with the guy from earlier. He gives me the same smirk that almost lost him his face, letting me know that he knows exactly who I am and exactly who Olivia is to me. Fuck.
By the time we pull back into the club’s car park, I’m seething. Taz jumps off his bike as I pace, throwing his helmet onto his seat. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s the guy,” I yell. “Of course, he is.”
I’m making no sense, so he shrugs. “What guy?”
The other brothers are coming over, all looking concerned. They probably heard me cursing the entire way back.
“He’s sniffing round Liv,” I say, running my hands through my hair. “He’s trying to take my old lady.”
“Pres, she ain’t on the market,” says Taz, giving an unsure laugh.
“She thinks she is,” I mutter. “I stopped her going on a date with him earlier.”
“Shit.”
“Darren,” I repeat.
“Or Dagger, as he’s known,” cuts in Ragnar. “He’s the president.”
“Fuckkkkk,” I cry, gripping my hair by the roots and tugging. “He wants a war. He’s openly asking for one.”
“Then we’ll give him one,” says Taz with confidence.
“I just got out,” I snap. “My probation ain’t even over.”
“Don’t worry, Pres,” says Ragnar. “We got you.”
“We can’t go into this blind,” I snap. “We need a plan. And I need to know every single biker in their chapter. Jameson will want to know too. Let’s get ahead of the game.”
We head inside, and Birdy stops me in my tracks, her lips painted red and her heels clicking across the floor. I scan her lace-clad body and give my head a shake. Ican’tgo there.
“Pres, Misty is such a cutie,” she says, holding the mutt against her ample chest.
“The Pres needs a drink,” snaps Taz, and she puts Misty on the floor and rushes behind the bar to get me a shot. I take the offered absinthe and drink it in one.
“If you need to unwind,” she offers, pouring me a second.
“What you offering?” I ask, knocking it back.
“Whatever you need, Pres,” she whispers seductively. “Everything is on the table.”
“Pity I’m spoken for,” I say, pushing off the bar. “Everyone in church,” I bellow.
Chapter Six
Olivia
