“Shade… My marker will count as a vote.”

He didn’t stop at Viper’s words, going through the door with the two men behind him.

After Viper gave Evie the signal to take the women in the other room, leaving the kitchen and TV room filled with the brothers, he came to a stop in the middle of the room. The room went quiet as he began to speak.

“I want to thank everyone for being here. I know you put in a hard week at work and spent the night riding up here. First off, I would like to tell everyone that, with Winter’s help, we were able to prove Gavin didn’t disrespect the club rules by fucking Sam. The bitch lied, just as we all knew she had. We still haven’t been able to locate the baby, but the sheriff is continuing to investigate. We offered our assistance if he needs it. Evie and the women have been given permission to do what is necessary if Sam makes any further attacks on the club, but as of now, we are done with the bitch.”

Murmurs of approval filled the air before they quieted down with Viper’s next words.

“I wanted to handle this a few weeks ago, but Shade cautioned me to hold my hand. The group Sam has attached herself to are one-percenters, and he didn’t want us to strike out before we were ready. We are now prepared, and that’s why I sent for you. We planned on hitting their club tonight, but they called for a meet this morning. My guess is they have someone watching the house and are aware we are about to strike.

“I was not happy they wanted a meet, but did so because Shade urged me to at least talk to them. I’m glad I listened. The president of The Blue Horsemen informed me that the four men who attacked Beth and Lily are outlaws, no longer associated with their club. They have been trying to get their colors back, but they have been outrunning their enforcers. We offered our help, and they accepted.

“Shade has put in motion a set-up for tomorrow that they won’t be able to resist. We won’t need a show of force, but I am not an idiot. I won’t send you back to Ohio until our business with them is complete.

“Enjoy yourselves tonight, and we’ll take care of business tomorrow morning. If everything goes as planned, you can be back home tomorrow night.”

After the meeting broke up, the brothers spread out, making themselves comfortable. Viper and Razer went in search for their women in the other room.

Shade went to the kitchen cabinet, taking a bottle of the good whiskey and a glass, carrying it downstairs to his room. He wasn’t in the mood to hang out with the brothers.

He stared down into the glass of whiskey he poured, seeing Lily’s image. She had dragged him from his emotionless shell, and it was affecting his relationship with the brothers. Hell, he was probably planning for something which was never going to happen.

A knock drew his attention.

“Come in,” Shade said, not bothering to straighten from his sprawled position on the bed.

“You in the mood for some company?” Joy came strutting in the room.

Shade swallowed the remainder of his whiskey. “I’m in the mood to have my dick sucked.” Shade reached out and set his glass on the nightstand.

“I can do that.” She licked her bottom lip.

Shade stretched as the woman climbed on his bed between his sprawled legs. Her head bent toward his mouth, but Shade moved his hand to the back of her head, taking a handful of her hair.

“Did I say I wanted your mouth on mine?”

“No.” A look of fear flashed in her eyes.

“The only place I want that mouth is on my dick.”

A smile widened her lips. “Okay.” Her hands went to his jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding down his zipper. Then her mouth slid down the expanse of skin she had exposed as she pulled his cock out.

“Raise your skirt so I can see your ass,” Shade ordered.

She wiggled her hips as she raised her skirt, not lifting her mouth from him as she exposed her ass with the tiny red thong.

Shade heard her gasp as his cock hardened even further. The hand still in her hair pressed her farther down on his surging cock as he lifted his hips.

“Bitch, this is going to be one vote you’ll never forget.”

Chapter 22

“What makes you think Slot and the rest will show up?” Stud, the president of The Blue Horsemen, asked.

“They’ll show.” Shade didn’t shift in his seat as the others did, waiting impatiently for the five bikers to arrive at the wrecker yard just outside of town.

They watched the painfully thin tow truck driver drop a car he had towed in next to the dilapidated garage. For the last ten years, Lyle, the tow truck driver, had hated spending more than ten dollars on anything other than liquor.

An old pick-up drove onto the lot, coming to a stop. Greer climbed out of the truck and was slamming the door when five motorcycles turned into the parking lot.

“Damn.” Stud whistled low. “How the fuck did you figure this out? We’ve been trying to find them for the last three months.” Stud threw two men sitting on their bikes nearby a disgusted look.

Shade merely shook his head, unwilling to give his source away.

The Greer brothers were assholes and wouldn’t give information out on their clients. However, being the one to buy the weed for the club had provided him with an invaluable source: Rachel. Their younger sister who had gone to school with Lily had offered to help when Shade had asked for information on the men who had attacked the women.

“Wait for Greer to leave,” Cash cautioned. “He keeps a rifle in his truck, and if he sees us coming, he’ll pick us off like sitting ducks.”

The men watched as Greer returned to his truck and drove away. Then the bikers remained talking to Lyle until one shoved him hard against the side of the garage.

The clubs started their bikes, riding down the old, paved road on the hillside no one used anymore. The renegade bikers tried to scatter when they saw them coming yet were surrounded, finding their exits blocked.

Viper and Stud rode their bikes to the front of the line.

“Slot, Timber, Marsh,” Stud mockingly greeted his former brothers, not bothering to address the two who had taken off running on foot.

Rider and Train brought one back while Knox dragged another by his leg, after he’d run him down on his bike.

“Hey, Stud, we haven’t seen you in a while. How you been doing?” Slot spoke as the others remained silent.

“I’ve been doing well,” Stud began conversationally, leaning forward on his bike. “You were supposed to give your colors to Pike. Any reason you didn’t?”

“We never saw him, and—”

“You forget where the clubhouse is?”

“No, but figured we wouldn’t be welcome.”

“You’re right about that,” Stud spoke through gritted teeth. “Since we’re all here, being friendly and shit, I’ll be taking them.” The renegade bikers took off their vests, handing them to a large Blue Horseman.

“You robbed Deaton’s grocery, and he’s a friend of mine.” Fear clouded Slot’s and the other’s faces at Stud’s words. “The Last Riders said you also tried to kidnap and rape two of their women.”

“We didn’t know they were with The Last Riders. Who knew they could have such pretty women?” Slot’s lame joke fell on a humorless crowd of bikers out for revenge.