He’s Back

Savannah

“Where did the two of you run off last night? I thought you would have been too shit-faced and come back with me.”

Percy holds out my book bag as I munch on a Pop-Tart.

I have more club business to attend to. More stuff I have to fix and double, triple check to make sure Leon didn’t mess anything else up.

Opening night is three weeks away and he hasn’t let up messing with my work.

I’m sure he will be there, ready to piss me off as soon as I get in. Maybe Lawrence will be there this time too. He tries to use this intimidation factor but honestly, not a soul on this green planet can scare me.

I’ll fight, my mouth runs slightly faster than my hands, but the whole Henley clan can get both. Even my Angel—I’ll make it a family thing.

The image of Dane pops back into my head. I have to talk to him. I have to have the same conversation I did with Percy.

I just don’t know how well it will work. We don’t have the same relationship and Percy isn’t facing the same things Dane is.

He has to know he is loved and safe. That I won’t tell anyone, it’s none of my business, but not telling him I saw him makes it feel like I’m lying. That I can’t handle.

~Does that make me selfish?~

“Damon wouldn’t let me drink, uncle won that fight for now. Do you think you could come by the shop later and help me with something? I might not need your insight but I think I will and it’s…

“I just have a lot on my plate at the moment. I’m sorry we left early. Maybe if you’re not too sore from banging nonstop last night, we can go for dinner?”

Percy drinks his hot tea, which he swears is a cure-all to any degree of hangover.

“Yeah my dick is on rest. Taking a leave of absence for a while. I legit gave it a pillow last night. Thanks for that.”

I give him finger guns that I fire and blow off the tip before I holster. I chuckle as a lazy grin spreads across my face.

“Had to go big. You deserve it, especially after this last year. “

Percy coming to my side, we share a comfortable silence as we eat and drink together. We don’t have to say it, we know.

Maybe I have more silent conversation than I think.

***

“Well hello, sexy,” I whoop as I pull in and kick the kickstand on my bike down. My helmet off I hang it on the handlebars.

My hands cup my mouth to amplify the sound at my leather-clad Angel working in the garage.

~This man, lord this man.~

“Take it off!” I cheer with the sprint I jump into as he wipes his hands on the dirty oil rag. I jump into his arms, holding myself up and kiss him, breathless.

“I have company today, baby, don’t bring your naked ass in here for another round. I’ll find you.”

Damon takes some kisses back and bites my bottom lip to draw a sting of blood and tag me back for our never-ending game to continue on.

“I make no promises. You know I can’t control myself when you look like this. I mean, you’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you? Who looks this good all dirty? It’s staged, isn’t it?”

That cocky smirk that I hate to love swipes along his lips to keep me here and not at work.

“Oh, you biker bastard.”

I slap his chest and give the hair at the nape of his neck a tug to hear him hiss and growl at me.

“Break it up, fuckbunnies. Dad wants to see you, Van,” Daxon yells out from the doors of the bar, his hair disheveled and shirtless.

I didn’t realize his nipples were pierced. I bet his cock is too. You know what, I don’t have anyone to test out the nipple clamps or piercing studs.

“Would you get mad if I asked Daxon to try out the metal studs?”

Damon grunts and walks me in his arms into the bar. Taking me himself to chapel as Daxon and Darrion file in behind us.

The sturdy doors open, our troop following in, with me taking in the full room. Luci at the head like always. Everyone is here.

“Good morning all, what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected meeting?”

Damon holds me tighter, unashamed and unembarrassed as he stands in the middle of the room with me wrapped around him.

“Put her the fuck down, boy. Take your seat,” Lucien grits out. His eyes hard rocks with that emotionless mask I hate.

“What is she here for?” Damon fires back, not letting me move an inch.

Lucien’s hand hits the top of the table. This pissed-off look growing deep even though he tries his best to hide it.

“It’s okay, Angel, I got it.” I kiss his cheek and place another to his lips and forehead so he will let me down and not start this back and forth between the two of them. Again.

Damon regretfully lets me go, setting me to my feet while kissing me like someone in this room was doubting that I was his girl.

He is so possessive—fuck, he turns me on like nobody ever has or will.

I stand straighter, leveling my shoulders and raising my head so they can all see my metaphorical crown.

“Is this about what happened with Leon not minding his business and doubting my knowledge of something he has no knowledge himself in?”

My hip cocks out; I refrain from crossing my arms. I want to seem business savvy and show my professional etiquette.

“It isn’t, but be warned, touch one of my pack members like that again, I’ll have you taken care of. Got it, girl?”

The sound of Damon simultaneously making this predatorial noise with Grave and myself all at the same time makes Lucien's eyes flick between the three of us.

“I will not apologize or promise for anything I do. I have Luna’s Idol’s best interests at heart, I know what this will take. It’s you, and those you’ve brainwashed that want me to fail.

“It’s baffling that a bunch of grown-ass men are such childish bitches. Why can’t you see if I fail—I won’t, but if I do—you fail.”

I look around the room, my eyes lingering on each one.

“If this fails, you all lose the income, the pride, the help, the whole bit. I won’t, this isn’t my business. Damon is my business. I’ll have him either way. I’ll be his wife with or without the club recognizing it.

“I’m doing this to make sure Damon is happy. Something his father, uncle, and brothers should be doing. So why am I being summoned and not at work, Luci?”

His jaw clenches and that same vein Damon has when I have a point but he doesn’t want to give it to me pops out.

“Take a seat, your next trial starts now.”

His head nods to someone not in a leather vest wheeling in a lie detector machine.

“A lie detector test? Really? That seems like a waste, but okay. Sure, hook me up. Not like these things can be beat, you guys never watch ~48 Hours~ or ~Snapped~? No? I mean I wouldn’t do that, I just know some stuff.”

I take a seat and let the guy hook me up to all the wires.

“We each will ask you a question. We will go until we’re pleased. Lie and fail.”

I nod and relax.

Not like I’m big on lying.

My eyes narrow on Lucien’s, and I shrug my shoulders.

I hope he can hear my silent conversation loud and clear.

~Bring it, biker bitch.~