Page 78 of Serpentine
I hope she felt it was magical when I was left sitting alone. Part of me knows I was probably too rough with her. There had been no way to check on her after she drove off.
I hate not having her here. Even when she’s with Miles, I know she’s here, and it gives me this sense of calm in my veins I haven’t known in a long fucking time.
“No, man, I’m telling you, I’d beat your ass on a straight!” Kylo slurs at Lutz and throws his beer cap across the room. It rattles, and my eyes drift to watch it skitter under the pool table.
“Fuck you, bro. No, you wouldn’t. Just because there was one curve on the way here, do you think it hindered you somehow? An expert rider could’ve still held the lead!”
I roll my eyes at their constant back and forth. They’re drunk and shouldn’t have been on their rides to fucking begin with. When Miles finds out, they’ll both be in deep shit.
I rummage through my toolbox, scowling when yet another of my socket wrenches is gone. “Who the fuck has my 3/8-inch socket?” I shout over them.
They grumble before Lutz goes to his station and grabs it out of his box for me.
“Stop touching my shit. We pay you plenty to replace what you’re missing,” I growl when he slaps the cold metal in my hand.
He ignores me and goes right back to arguing with Kylo.
As my eyes drift across the yard before I return to the bike, I see something moving beyond the tree line.
I stiffen and watch it. What looks to be a person darts behind a tree, and I stand, dropping my wrench into the box with a loud clang.
“What’s up, man?” Kylo says, knowing if I’m startled, something’s the matter.
“We’ve got company. And they’re on foot,” I murmur, pulling my piece from my waistband and making for the outside.
Having a bunch of drunken idiots at my six isn’t ideal, but I know they’re all sharper than a fucking tack, even while inebriated.
“Fan out, fellas. Seems we’ve got something fun to do tonight, after all!” I shout, taunting whoever is in the trees.
Kylo snorts a laugh before he calls out, “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty! Come out and play; we don’t bite. Hard!”
I narrow in on a shadow before me and smirk. Stalking loudly through the wooded area separating the property from the highway, I hold my weapon as I rush them.
The shadow turns and runs for the road, tripping over a fallen branch and falling flat.
I halt over them, one foot on either side.
A female scream rips through the night as Kylo stops, shining a flashlight down over a woman in leather.
There’s a Jackal signet on her breast when Lutz drops to a crouch and straightens out her lapel.
“Now, what do we have here?” Lutz tuts.
An explosion sounds behind us, where the clubhouse is beyond the trees.
I look back down and lock eyes with the woman. “Bait. That’s what we have, boys.”
Kylo snarls and gets her onto her feet as I back up. “Too bad they won’t see you looking this pretty when we return you. Your insides won’t be as silky as your outsides when I’m through, but we have to do what we have to do, hm, pretty girl?”
“Fuck you,” she spews, but there’s fear in her shaking voice.
Kylo drags her with him toward the clubhouse, and I’m not looking forward to seeing the damage when we step out of the trees.
“How did they find us?” Lutz asks, coming up to my side.
“That’s what we’re going to find out,” I reply, pointing toward Kylo and the woman. “Go search the property, corner to corner. Make sure they’re gone.”
He nods. “Yes, sir.”