his hand. “This isn’t over,” he warns, opening the door. “While I’m gone, you might wanna pray this fuckhead doesn’t ruin my mood.” He slams the door behind him, and I roll onto my side, bringing my knees to my chest.
I have to get out of here.
Five
Jai
Twisted
We pull up in front of the Twisted Sons’ clubhouse, and I peer out the window at the large stone manor. It sure is a far cry away from The Cavern, the tin shed bar we met them at a night or two ago. I glance up and down its well-maintained exterior. Windows and doors are opened, the drive is lined with a hundred motorcycles, and the music is loud. Whether or not these people ever sleep is beyond me.
I exit the car before Joel and Monique and stroll up the rocky drive. I make it a quarter of the way before I feel the cold hard barrel of a shotgun press against the back of my head. I freeze and lift my hands. Fuck.
“You’ve got some mighty big balls, showing your face around here, Stone.”
I recognize Joker’s voice immediately. Up ahead, bikers emerge from the dense shrubbery and from the house, all of them pointing their guns in my direction. I can’t say I’m surprised. This is the kind of shit I was expecting on the drive over here. Why they want to kill me though, I have no idea. I’m not the one who promised him New York fucking City and failed to deliver.
“Not in the mood for your biker bullshit, Joker,” I tell him, turning my head to peer over my shoulder.
Behind me, I hear two car doors close and an order being grumbled as Joel and Monique are forced from the car. I listen to the sounds of their hesitant steps as they close the distance. Soon enough, they both stand beside me, looking just as concerned as I feel. I glance at Monique, who’s lost all the color in her face. Her eyes are thinned by exhaustion, and her slender shoulders are slumped. Poor girl. She needs to rest.
“We’re not looking for trouble,” Joel says, swallowing hard.
“Oh, you’re not looking for trouble? You’ve come to the wrong place, pretty boy.”
Scowling, Joel lowers his hands and turns around. “Who the fuck are you calling pretty boy?”
Somewhere, a hammer is pulled, and it clicks into place, sending my heart rate skyrocketing. “Joel, relax.” He looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed, before placing his hands at the back of his head again. “We’re just here for answers.”
“Answers? You want fucking answers? You’re crazier than I thought, Stone.”
I shrug. “Maybe. I just wanna know who burned down our hideout. You’re the only one that knew where we were staying.”
The pressure of the barrel disappears from the back of my skull, and rocks crunch under the sole of Joker’s heavy, black boots as he circles me, stopping when we come face to face. His brow is curved in a curious way. “The lake house was burned down?”
I nod.
“So was my bar.”
“Well, it wasn’t us,” Monique blurts out, inching forward. “We didn’t burn anything down.”
Joker looks Monique up and down, judging her before smirking at me. “Traded the brunette in for a blonde, eh?”
“No.” I flick my head in her direction. “She’s with him.”
“Where’s the other girl?”
His question punches me in the gut. “Skull has her.”
“Is that so?” Joker simpers, shifting his weight onto his left leg as he rests the shotgun against his shoulder. “What happened at the compound?”
“We got what we went there for and we left.” I swipe at my lip. “He knew where we were situated and took Emily before I got back. How was it on your end?”
He glances over his shoulder at the group of bikers that have guns pointed in this direction. “It’s all right,” he booms. “You can go now.”
Without hesitation, the men and women in leather tuck away their guns and disperse, retreating into the large house. Joker looks over Monique’s head. “Take the girl inside while the
I have to get out of here.
Five
Jai
Twisted
We pull up in front of the Twisted Sons’ clubhouse, and I peer out the window at the large stone manor. It sure is a far cry away from The Cavern, the tin shed bar we met them at a night or two ago. I glance up and down its well-maintained exterior. Windows and doors are opened, the drive is lined with a hundred motorcycles, and the music is loud. Whether or not these people ever sleep is beyond me.
I exit the car before Joel and Monique and stroll up the rocky drive. I make it a quarter of the way before I feel the cold hard barrel of a shotgun press against the back of my head. I freeze and lift my hands. Fuck.
“You’ve got some mighty big balls, showing your face around here, Stone.”
I recognize Joker’s voice immediately. Up ahead, bikers emerge from the dense shrubbery and from the house, all of them pointing their guns in my direction. I can’t say I’m surprised. This is the kind of shit I was expecting on the drive over here. Why they want to kill me though, I have no idea. I’m not the one who promised him New York fucking City and failed to deliver.
“Not in the mood for your biker bullshit, Joker,” I tell him, turning my head to peer over my shoulder.
Behind me, I hear two car doors close and an order being grumbled as Joel and Monique are forced from the car. I listen to the sounds of their hesitant steps as they close the distance. Soon enough, they both stand beside me, looking just as concerned as I feel. I glance at Monique, who’s lost all the color in her face. Her eyes are thinned by exhaustion, and her slender shoulders are slumped. Poor girl. She needs to rest.
“We’re not looking for trouble,” Joel says, swallowing hard.
“Oh, you’re not looking for trouble? You’ve come to the wrong place, pretty boy.”
Scowling, Joel lowers his hands and turns around. “Who the fuck are you calling pretty boy?”
Somewhere, a hammer is pulled, and it clicks into place, sending my heart rate skyrocketing. “Joel, relax.” He looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed, before placing his hands at the back of his head again. “We’re just here for answers.”
“Answers? You want fucking answers? You’re crazier than I thought, Stone.”
I shrug. “Maybe. I just wanna know who burned down our hideout. You’re the only one that knew where we were staying.”
The pressure of the barrel disappears from the back of my skull, and rocks crunch under the sole of Joker’s heavy, black boots as he circles me, stopping when we come face to face. His brow is curved in a curious way. “The lake house was burned down?”
I nod.
“So was my bar.”
“Well, it wasn’t us,” Monique blurts out, inching forward. “We didn’t burn anything down.”
Joker looks Monique up and down, judging her before smirking at me. “Traded the brunette in for a blonde, eh?”
“No.” I flick my head in her direction. “She’s with him.”
“Where’s the other girl?”
His question punches me in the gut. “Skull has her.”
“Is that so?” Joker simpers, shifting his weight onto his left leg as he rests the shotgun against his shoulder. “What happened at the compound?”
“We got what we went there for and we left.” I swipe at my lip. “He knew where we were situated and took Emily before I got back. How was it on your end?”
He glances over his shoulder at the group of bikers that have guns pointed in this direction. “It’s all right,” he booms. “You can go now.”
Without hesitation, the men and women in leather tuck away their guns and disperse, retreating into the large house. Joker looks over Monique’s head. “Take the girl inside while the
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