Page 20 of Fallen Rider


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I’m so surprised he answered that I almost don’t take in his words. “Will your club give it?” I ask through the phone.

He doesn’t answer, just tilts his head to the side, considering me like I’m a puzzle he needs to figure out.

“Dane, will your club support us?” I hit the play button on my phone and watch him.

He shifts a little uncomfortably. “Our National Chapter doesn’t want us involved,” he admits.

London has said no. That’s bad news. Unlike the Saxons, the Devils have multiple clubs around the UK and overseas in the US. They have a structure, a hierarchy, one they have to answer to.

My stomach sinks. “So, we’re alone in this?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“If you can’t get involved then we’re alone.”

He runs his fingers down my cheek. “Dax will find a way around it. He wants to honour our alliances. And we fucking hate the Reapers, so going head to head with them won’t be a hardship.”

I close my eyes, ducking my head as real fear rolls through me. If we don’t have help can we defeat the Reapers, or will they destroy everything I hold dear to me?

His finger comes to my chin and lifts it.

“Hey, everything’s going to be okay. You hear? Dax will reach an agreement that keeps us in National’s good books while keeping our promises to our friends.”

I type a message. “How? We’re on the back foot with these guys all the time.”

“It’ll be okay,” he repeats. “I won’t let shit touch you, Kenz.”

My thoughts quickly scatter as he dips his head closer, his mouth scant inches from mine, and I think he’s going to kiss me. The seconds tick by and all I can hear is our breaths panting out of us.

Then, he gives me a weak smile and pushes back from me, and my heart clenches. His hands go to the back of his head as he curses.

“Fuck!”

I watch him stride into the changing area, my mind reeling. I quickly pocket my phone, and then I get the hell out of there before he returns.

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