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Jenny’s eyes flickered with something cold, but before she could say anything else, Gearhead appeared at the edge of the bar. His eyes darted between me and Jenny, his face darkening as he stepped closer.
“Everything alright over here?” Gearhead asked, his voice casual, but there was a warning in it, aimed right at me.
I shrugged, not wanting to make a scene. “Yep, just brushin’ off some old shit.”
Jenny shot Gearhead a glance, her lips curling into a smirk before she turned and walked off, her hips swaying as she disappeared into the crowd. But I could feel her eyes on me, even after she was gone.
Gearhead didn’t move, his eyes still locked on me, that easy smile of his replaced with something hard. “You need to stay the hell away from Fiona, Bolt.”
I looked at him, my pulse quickening with anger at his words. “What the fuck did you say?”
Gearhead crossed his arms, his gold eyes narrowing. “It means what it sounds like. I’ve seen the way you bounce from one bitch to the next, not even taking the time to put your cock away before walkin’ off. Fiona doesn’t need that shit.”
“What I have with Fiona is none of your fucking concern,” I shot back, my voice filled with warning. “I don’t want a beef with you, Gearhead, so back off.”
He let out a short, humorless laugh. “It is my fucking business and I’ve seen this show before, Bolt, maybe not with you, but it’s all the same scene. You might think you’re different with her, but you’re not. Not really, or you wouldn’t be entertaining Jenny by talkin’ to her, a woman you fucked, how many times?”
I felt the heat rising in my chest, my fists clenching at my sides. Gearhead had always been cool. We worked together in the garage, and I didn’t want to start shit with a fellow brother, but this was pushing it.
“Jenny was pushin’ herself onme. Big fucking difference from what you’re insinuating. I care about Fiona,” I said, my voice rising with my anger. “I don’t have to prove shit to you, brother,only her.”
Gearhead’s expression didn’t change, but I could see the flash of something in his eyes—something like surprise, or jealousy maybe. “Yeah, well, maybe you do. But carin’ about someone isn’t enough, not in this life. She’s been through hell, Bolt. You hurt her; you’ll answer to me.”
The challenge in his voice was clear, and for a second, I almost stepped toward him, almost let the tension between us explode. But I held back, biting down on the anger.
“I’m not gonna hurt her,” I said quietly, my eyes locked on his. “You don’t need to worry about that.”
He didn’t look convinced, but after a long moment, he gave a curt nod. “Good. Make sure it stays that way.”
With that, he turned and walked off, leaving me standing there, the weight of the conversation hanging heavy between us.
I poured myself another drink, downing it in one go. Gearhead’s words echoed in my head, but they didn’t make the anger go away. If anything, they made it worse.
Fiona wasn’t just another woman, and if Gearhead, Jenny, or anyone else thought I was gonna screw this up, they didn’t know a damn thing about me.
But I’d prove it.
I had just downed another shot, the burn barely hitting my throat, when the door to the clubhouse slammed open. The sound echoed through the room, cutting through the low murmur of conversation like a gunshot. Devil stormed in, his face a mask of pure fury, red eyes burning as he scanned the room. Every man in the clubhouse went silent, the atmosphere shifting in an instant.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“EVERYONE UP!” DEVIL’Svoice boomed, the authorityin his tone undeniable. “We’ve got a problem.”
Chairs scraped against the floor as everyone jumped to their feet, including me. My heart was already pounding in my chest, the shift from normal to chaos happening faster than I could process.
Whatever it was, it was big.
Devil stalked toward us, his fists clenched at his sides, his whole body radiating anger. “Dragon Fire just made their first major move.”
That single sentence was enough to send a shockwave through the room. Eyes narrowed, jaws clenched, and the tension ratcheted up another notch.
No one said a word.
We didn’t need to.
“They caught Spinner alone,” Devil growled, his voice low and deadly. “Beat the shit outta him, left him bleeding in the middle of nowhere. And the dirty fuckers torched his bike.”
The room went still, and then everything snapped into motion at once. Anger rippled through the group, fists pounding tables, curses filling the air. The rage was palpable, thick enough to choke on. Spinner was our brother—this wasn’t just a message.