It was dark when Travis made his way back to the clubhouse, and he wasn't in the best of moods. Being dishonest to the people that cared about him and always had his back was tiring, and it fucking sucked. Thinking he'd gotten somewhere with Christine only to get the feeling he was never going to get anywhere also fucking sucked."Liam's lookin' for you." He stopped short, not having seen Tyler on the front steps smoking a cigarette.Travis cleared his throat and did his best to wipe the scared look off his face. "Is he inside, or do I need to go see him at home?"Tyler kicked his long leg out in front of him, his voice deep in the dark of the night. If Travis didn't know better, it would sound threatening. "He waited on you a long time."The Native American was a man of few words, and he always made them count. Travis had purposely ignored two calls from his pres. "I was out of range, and I only saw his calls when I hit Porter Pike. By that time, I figured I'd be here in a few
Her heart was pounding as she ran from the house, down the blacktop road. Remnants of the snow that had fallen a few days before still lay in patches. Her bare feet hit them as she raced this way and that, trying not to run in a straight line. The last time she had tried to run, she'd learned that the hard way. The bullet had clipped her shoulder. This time was it, though; she knew that there wouldn't be another chance. She either made it this time, or she wouldn't. Christine knew that if she didn't make it this time, she was dead. Clinton knew the sheriffs in Simpson, Allen, and Warren counties. They could easily cover up her murder—she would be just a Stepford housewife that had grown bored of her older husband. No one would ever believe the truth; they would never know the hell she had lived in for two years. "Christine," the voice called out from somewhere behind her, taunting in its tone.She couldn't breathe too loudly; he could hear that, and then he would know where she wa
Christine was scared that Travis had changed his mind when, after thirty minutes, he still hadn't showed up at her house. She didn't want to examine too closely why that bothered her or why it scared her, but it did. She got up, pacing the living room until she heard the muted roar of a bike. She would know that sound anywhere, it had become one of her favorites. Running over to the front door, she opened it when she heard him on the front porch."Sorry it took me so long," he told her as he made his way into the house. "I got stopped on my way out.""At this hour?" she asked, disbelief showing on her face.Travis shrugged. "We kinda keep our own hours at the clubhouse. Just so happened someone was drinking out of the orange juice carton. Drives me fucking nuts. There's glasses there for a reason."She smiled softly. "Sounds like something Jagger used to do."He tensed, wondering if he should tell her the truth. This was one of the first times that she had mentioned him volun
The next morning dawned way too early for Steele, and he knew that he had to bring it. Rooster had brought him in on something that he had absolutely no idea about. He just knew that his cousin had pointed him in the direction of something that maybe the Heaven Hill MC needed to be aware of. He met the guys, just like he promised to do, and took them out deep into Richardsville. Even though he had grown up on these roads, he hated them. They were so curvy, with twists and blind curves that made him nervous. There had to be a reason that Rooster had brought them all the way out there. At one point, they had to pull off to let other people come through the road, even though they were on bikes."This shit is crazy," Jagger breathed. "I've lived in this area my entire life and never knew this shit existed.""This is why the county always took snow days last winter and everybody in town bitched 'cause there was nothing on the roads in Bowling Green. It was slick as snot out here.""Ar
Afternoon around the Square in Bowling Green was different depending on what time of year it was, Christine was learning. In the late summer or early fall, there were usually concerts in the park, or they were setting up for the Saturday "buy local" events. Now that they were moving into the winter months, she noticed that it wasn't as busy throughout the day, and at lunchtime it was downright dead. She never seemed to know what would happen from day to day, but she liked that. Routine had been something that Clinton had thrived on, and while she did like a little bit of routine, there was another part of her that liked to live by the seat of her pants. That part of her was Jagger through and through. The phone rang, and she jumped before shaking her head and picking it up."Thank you for calling the Curly-Q, can I help you?"She always had to bite back a snicker whenever she pronounced the name of the hair shop she now worked at, but she loved this place. She didn't know now what
"It was the summer we turned sixteen," Rooster started. "We were wild," he pointed to Liam, "and my parents didn't know what to do with me. Up until then, I had done whatever they told me to do, but that summer—it was all about rebellion."Liam couldn't help the half-grin that spread across his face. "Hell, even old William didn't know what to do with me. We'd both gotten a couple of piece-of-shit bikes out of the scrapyard, and we'd worked the last half of the school year putting them together. They were in good enough shape to run—not to run for a long time, but run, and that's all we needed."Rooster picked up the sentiment. "We just needed the wind through our hair and the open road in front of us. The open road didn't care what kind of grades we made, what time we came home, who we made out with behind the clubhouse." His eyes sought out Roni and a flash of recognition showed there."As much as Rooster's parents didn't want him hangin' out with a boy whose dad was the leader
Waiting until Christine got off work was one of the hardest things that Travis had ever done. He'd given himself a pep talk about what a pussy he was being, how he needed to man up and tell this woman what he needed her to do. He'd told himself he needed to tell her there would be no more of this secrecy, that she was going to be truthful with him. If she couldn't be truthful, he was going to cut her loose. That's what he'd told himself.As her car pulled into her driveway, the fight almost went out of him. He had never been the one that all the women looked up to, he didn't have the air of authority that Liam had, the dangerous edge that Tyler did, the good looks that got Jagger everything he wanted, or the wounded soul that Layne carried around (as he should) like a badge of honor. Travis had always been plain Pete. Nothing was special about him, except for his mind. Now, he was scared that this woman had used it, not in the way that other people used it, but used it to get to him
"Clinton was a very bad man," she started. Finally, he had a name. Even with just a first name, sometimes he could find out who people were. He was one of the best at what he did, no matter who or what he usually did it for. "In what way?" he asked, even though he had some sort of idea. It seemed like it would help to ask her questions, that way she didn't have to necessarily offer anything. She appeared to struggle with the answer, even though he had provided the question. "He was mean. You know how some people are just evil? That was him." There had been a glint to his eye, even the first day she'd come to the home. The way he looked at her, it was as if someone was walking on her grave, and at that point, she'd known she was in trouble. She had begged her father not to leave her there, had prayed that Jagger would show up every day, but he never came, and her father never came back either."When did you find out?" He was storing all the information in his head, so that he co