Page 68 of Biker Daddies

I dig into my cut pocket and pull out a flask, unscrew the top, and chug some whiskey. I hand it over to Colt. “It’s five somewhere, right?”

“You’re my savior.” Colt snags the flask from me and pours the whiskey into his mouth, groaning as it burns his throat. “Maybe enough of this will numb the pain in my arm.”

“That’s the goal.” He passes the flask back to me and I take another drink.

Bellows of motorcycles sound in the distance just as Colt finishes the flask. A Ford Raptor is in front. When they all come to a stop, Grizzly drops out of the truck and runs to us.

“Holy shit, what the hell happened?”

“This happened.” I toss him the small packet of drugs. “Things didn’t go so well at the shelter either. Seems they are targeting domestic violence victims. The shelter was half empty.”

“Well, that can be good, right?” Alto asks, kneeling down beside me. “Damn it, Bane. You look terrible.”

“No,” Grizzly grunts, shoving the drugs in his pocket. “The shelter is never half empty.”

“Heather said a few of the girls that have visited her a few times have died from it—they’re always found beaten to death, but these drugs are in their system. Heather insisted those girls didn’t do drugs.”

“Forced?” Grizzly snarls in rage. “Fuck no. That’s going to stop.” Grizzly wraps an arm around Colt and helps him up while Alto does the same for me.

“We’ll clean up the bikes,” Poet says as Dart parks the flatbed. “And we’ll get rid of the body.”

“Who is it?” Grizzly asks.

“I don’t know. They aren’t wearing any name tags, but they were on bikes.” I give Alto most of my weight as I limp to the truck.

Grizzly and Alto help Colt and me inside, then Prez hurries around the driver’s side to hop in.

“You think it’s another MC?” he asks, securing his seatbelt. “Lifesaver is ready for us. Help is ready when we get there, guys.”

“I don’t know,” I groan, holding my side. “I think it’s bigger than we think.”

Grizzly wraps his fingers around the wheel until his knuckles are white. “Okay. We’ll put more feelers out. We’ll need to recruit more guys. This thing with Grim isn’t working out. We could have used his help,” he says. “I won’t force Harlow into a relationship with him, no matter how much it will help the club. I want her happy.”

Thank fuck.

“We need to hit the ground and see where we can get more prospects, maybe recruit members from other chapters,” he explains, running a hand down his face, stressed. “We need men, and we simply don’t have enough yet.”

I nod in agreement. “Maybe we have an open-gate charity event. A bonfire, food and all that, a community thing,” I suggest.

Colt turns to me and gasps. “Holy shit, that’s one of the smartest things you’ve ever said.”

I close my eyes and swallow my pain. “Thanks. I have my moments.”

“It’s a good idea. Let’s plan it after you guys feel better,” Grizzly says, turning right into the clubhouse.

Dart doesn’t ask us who we are. He knows. The gate swings open and Grizzly slams on the brakes so hard Colt and I fly forward and smack against the seat in front of us.

“Fuck! Grizzly. That hurt like a motherfucker,” I groan, holding my side and gasping for breath.

“Shit. Guys. I’m sorry. I’m only thinking about getting to Lifesaver.”

“Get me there alive,” Colt says dramatically, which causes me to laugh.

“Stop! Asshole. It hurts to laugh.”

“I’m not trying to be funny.”

“You two sound like an old married couple.” Alto opens the door and helps me out while Grizzly gets Colt.

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