Page 20 of Fool's Gold

Scar smiled, and my heart came to a dead stop; at least, that was how it felt. “You’re exactly like your brother, you know that?” He laughed and the sound startled me into breathing again. “We met the same way. The little fucker spat on me, too.” He slammed me back against the hard brick wall, and I gasped as the air was walloped out of my lungs by the hit. “But if you ever do that again, I’ll slit your throat. It’s my specialty. Got it?”

I nodded and gritted my teeth. “Yeah, whatever.”

He shook his head and released me. My knees buckled, and I clutched the wall to stay upright. My gaze shot straight to Jonas to make sure he was all right, and he gave me a small wobbly smile. Bishop continued to hold his shoulders, keeping him in place.

“Come back to the clubhouse.”

I shook my head. “I told you, I have a date. Those Demon fuckers stole everything of mine, including my wallet, and they’ve already ruined my fucking day. I’m not letting any more bikers mess with it. I promised Jonas I would take him to Frisbee golf.”

“What the bloody fuck is Frisbee golf?” Bishop asked, glancing down at Jonas, who he’d finally released.

Jonas’s cheeks flushed and he ducked his head. “It’s golf, with Frisbees.”

“Never heard of it.” Bishop grunted and crossed his arms. “Wonder if Destiny would like it.”

Scar snorted. “If it’s a sport, Destiny won’t be interested, we both know that. Unless you play it naked, then he’d watch.” Scar returned his attention to me and pointed. “I’ll give you five hundred bucks right now if you come back to the clubhouse with me for half an hour.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why do you even fucking care, dude?”

“Five hundred to take your boyfriend on a date.” The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.

“Ethan, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Jonas mumbled loud enough for me to hear. His gaze shot around the Kings warily and he shifted his weight between his feet. “They didn’t take my wallet. I still have money.”

“Do you really want your boyfriend spending all his cash?” Scar’s smug smile pissed me off, and I glared, but he wasn’t wrong. I’d asked Jonas out on a date, and I didn’t want him to spend his money on it. I wanted to take care of him.

I held up a hand to Scar and stepped around him, sidling up near Jonas. I lowered my head. “Do you mind? Nothing will happen to you.” I kept my voice quiet. “I would fucking kill them if they tried anything. I just need to sort this shit out.”

His eyes widened. “I.... I’ve never been to a biker clubhouse.”

Neither had I, but I didn’t tell him that.

“But sure.” He gave me a small smile. “We can go. I trust you.”

I didn’t know why. He didn’t know me well, and as far as I was concerned, if he did trust me, he did it too easily.

I squared my shoulders and gave Scar a slow once-over in warning. “Fine. I want the cash first.” I held out my hand to him, and to my absolute surprise, he reached into his jacket and tugged out a wad of money in a clip. He yanked the bills out and began counting them. There was at least five grand or more in his hand. How the fuck did he not worry about it being stolen?

After he counted five one-hundred-dollar bills, he passed the pile of money to me and smirked. “What do you say, kid? Let’s go.”

I stared at the cash clutched in my fingers, swallowing around a lump of jealousy that lodged there. Nodding, I cleared my throat and shoved the bills into the pocket of my jeans. “Yeah. Whatever.”

Scar snorted and waved his hand at his bike. “You get on with me. Your boyfriend can ride with Bishop.”

I glared at Bishop. “Don’t try any funny stuff.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “No worries, mate. I’ve got a mister at home. I’m more scared of Destiny than you. He’d smother me in my sleep if he heard I was playing around.”

I didn’t believe him, but I shrugged. I stepped in closer to Jonas, wrapping my arm around him, and he leaned against me, giving me a small smile that made my heart flutter. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I whispered.

His solid warmth against me was something I could get used to. “Can I be honest?” He glanced toward Scar, who stood beside his bike with his arms crossed. “It’s kind of exciting.” He chuckled. “If Mom knew what I was up to, she would have a heart attack, and I like the idea of doing something she wouldn’t approve of.”

I laughed and guided him over to Bishop’s Harley. Bishop handed his helmet to Jonas, but I snatched it out of his hands first. I didn’t like that he was a handsome fucker with sideburns that should’ve looked stupid—but managed to do the opposite. I took the time to slide the protective barrier over Jonas’s sweet head and secured the strap under his chin. The last thing I ever wanted was for him to get hurt.

“Aw, aren’t you just the cutest doves?” Bishop said with a laugh.

I flipped him the finger.

Bishop hopped onto his bike first, and Jonas held my hand as he slid his leg over the back of the bike and got onto it. He gave me a thumbs-up, and without realizing what I was doing, I leaned down to kiss his hand in abe safegesture. While I couldn’t see his face, I imagined he was blushing. My stomach churned in excitement as I took off toward Scar and his Harley.

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