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Chapter One
I’m being followed.My eyes slide to the side mirror of my car and I see the bike behind me.
Rabbit.
He’s been on my tail all week, so he’s not out of place, but it’s not him I’m looking at. It’s the second bike that’s pulled in just behind him.
I’m not sure if he’s noticed the rider yet, but I hope he’s not that unobservant. My life is in his hands, after all.
I get my answer when he waves the rider past him. Then I’m signalled to pull over. I do, but only because I recognise the large frame sitting astride the second Harley as my brother, Jem.
What does he want?
I guide the car to the side of the road. Then I slip it into neutral and pull the handbrake up. Turning a little in my seat as my brother approaches the vehicle, I watch him tug his helmet off his head as he walks.
Like my other two brothers, Jem is huge. He’s well over six-foot tall, probably standing around six-three, and he’s built like a tank. He has blond hair that he’s growing again and is covered in tattoos. He makes a fearsome sight—at least he would if I hadn’t grown up with him and didn’t know all his weaknesses.
I lower the window down as he appears at the side of the car and glance at him expectantly. The Club—including my brothers—don’t usually make a habit of pulling my car over on a busy street, so it must be important.
“I’ve been calling you for the last ten minutes. Why the fuck didn’t you answer?” Jem demands.
His tone pisses me off. I reach into my handbag on the passenger seat and see I do have several missed video calls from him. It must have been important if he called.
I raise my hands and sign, “I was driving.”
“You didn’t notice it going off?”
“No, I didn’t, and quit yelling at me. I’m mute, not deaf. I can hear you.”
Jem grits his teeth and I can tell it’s taking all his control not to explode at me.
“You keep your phone on you and the sound up high at all times, Mackenzie. Do you understand? We have to be able to contact you.”
I bristle at the bossiness in his voice. “I’m not one of your little prospects, Jem. You can’t order me around.”
My hands move sharply, forming the signs with jerky, angry motions that indicate how irritated I am. He doesn’t seem to notice, or care about my snit, which is more infuriating than if he’d reacted.
I hate being ignored.
I watch as he drags his fingers through his hair.
“Don’t bust my balls today, okay?”
His tone immediately puts me on alert. For all Jem’s faults, he’s usually the most laid-back of my three brothers.
“What’s going on?” I demand. “Why did you pull me over?”
He sighs, his gaze shifting back to the road as he answers me. “You need to come to the clubhouse.”
My stomach clenches. This is not happening again. No way. Can’t he see I’m dressed for work? I can’t just drop everything and run to the clubhouse every time they think danger is looming. This is the third time in as many weeks. It’s getting old, fast.
I shouldn’t push him when he’s clearly stressed, though. I’m also not about to lie down and do as I’m told because Jem demands it either.
“Why?”
“Because you need to, Mackenzie,” is his infuriating response.
I grit my teeth and huff in frustration. “Another lockdown?” I sign.
