Page 46 of Gunner

However, when my brother doubled over, laughing his ass off, I stood dumbstruck. I didn’t see anything funny about this. I was a dead man walking. Mike was going to kill me. I was living on borrowed time. I needed my brother’s help, not his laughter! However, when King looked up at me, I gulped as my blood ran cold.

Oh shit. He was going to kill me before Mike could.

The he growled, “Run.”

I did just that.

I’d been doing a lot of that lately.

Running past Priest who just sat there drinking his beer, shaking his head, I raced for my bike, just as a black Mercedes Benz pulled in next to me with the front tags clearly stating, ‘Mayor’s Wife’.

What was that bitch doing here? As much as I wanted to hang around and find out, I had more important things to take care of.

Like finding a place to hide out for the next nine months.

Or at least until Sarah took that damn test and got the results.

I growled as Valerie ‘the Tramp’ Stevens smiled at me. “Hello, Gunner.”

“Tramp.”

Valarie sneered. “Is Callum here?”

“He’s inside.”

Valerie smirked. “Holly called me. Told me this wonderful rumor. Better watch yourself, Gunner. Hell, hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

“Go fuck yourself, Val,” I said, starting my bike to drown out her maniacal laughter. Slowly rolling my bike backwards, I watched as the skinny bitch sauntered her boney ass into the clubhouse. I didn’t know why the fuck that bitch was here, but she was not my problem. I had my own problems to deal with.

King married and divorced her.

He could handle her.

Pulling out of the compound, I had no clue where I was going or what I was going to do. In less than forty-eight hours, my life had turned to total shit. Okay, well, not total shit, but it was seriously fucked up. One minute I was happy going about my business without a damn care in the world and the next it was like someone slammed on the brakes and fucking reality showed up with a sledgehammer.

I needed some place to think.

Some place where no one would bother me while I tried to figure out this mess. I couldn’t go to the coffee shop and talk with Beth because I was pretty damn sure Mike called her already and told her the glorious news of my impending demise. Couldn’t go to the Tavern because that would be the first place Holly and her tribe of vengeful harpies would look before they strung my balls up for all to see. Couldn’t talk to Bailey because she was at the clubhouse with my brother, who was probably sitting at the bar right now trying to think of a damn good reason to keep me alive.

I had nowhere to go.

Couldn’t go home. If I even had a home left. Was pretty sure Mike was burning the place down in effigy to my whoring ways. So, that only left one place for me to go.

Crap.

Pulling up behind the Rosewood Clinic, I shut my engine off and sighed. I was going to get no love here. I fucking knew that. I was, however, going to have my ass handed to me. It wasn’t like I had any other choice.

Sitting on my bike, I contemplated moving and starting over. I was only thirty-eight. I could do it. I had money. I had my bike. I could buy what I needed on the road until I found some place safe to live.

To easy.

“You just gonna sit there all day?”

My head snapped up.

Fuck me. She looked pissed.

Gulping, I took a deep breath and smiled. “How’s my favorite niece doing today?”