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Chapter One.
Dana - two weeks later.
“Oh God, I need to leave,” I whispered to Lindsey. My eyes widened, and I paled.
Lindsey turned around, looking confused. We were in Hell’s Rage, a bar owned by Rage and Hellfire MC. The presidents of the clubs were cousins, and the MCs were not only legacy MCs, but tied tight by unbreakable bonds.
This was my first night out since the chase, and it took serious guts due to lingering nerves. Phoe and everyone had rallied, and Drake had picked me up at the office with the girls.
They’d been outraged when news of what happened hit. The Rage old ladies, being the beautiful people they were, had blown up my phone alongside the Hawthorne Females. They’d finally badgered me into attending tonight, assuring me that the bar would be full of Rage. And Dylan had pushed me, too.
With some of the Hawthorne team also present, I’d felt safe—until now.
“Why?” Lindsey asked.
“Just have to.”
I stepped a bit behind Lindsey in case someone looked in our direction, and then I put my glass down on the table. Keeping my head down, I began hurrying away.
Shit, I had worked myself up into such a state I didn’t spot the wall of muscle stepping into my path, and I smacked straight into Ezra.
Hands shot out and steadied me as I peered up into Ezra’s gorgeous brown eyes. He held a concerned expression as he gazed around to see who was chasing me. Not seeing anyone, Ezra turned his attention back on me, confused as he took in my too-pale face.
“Honey, what’s up?” Ezra rumbled and pulled me slighter closer.
Anxiously, I shook my head, unable to speak. I always was at a loss in his presence.
Ezra frowned, and little lines appeared on his forehead. Oh, that was adorable. Did I just call Ezra adorable?
There was nothing cute about Ezra, freakishly hot and stunning, not cute!
Yes, I was shy; the whole MC noticed it, but I was happy with my part-time girl posse. I was familiar with the old ladies and had gone out with them before as a member of Hawthorne Females. Between them and the Rage Old Ladies, they were pretty damn famous across Rapid City, and so were their old men. It was lore now: when a brother fell in love from Rage, Rapid City had better buckle up.
Bullets, kidnappings, running away, knives, beatings were all words that sprang to mind when news hit the streets a guy had fallen. There had been shoot outs, disappearances, street wars, blood spills, long hospital waits, and much more.
Now, they faced a threat to everyone’s entire existence, and yet the women refused to let Fury scare them. Phoe insisted they continue to live their lives.
The old ladies had sucked me in after I got involved in Lindsey’s shit and then saw Silvie, Carly, and Autumn through theirs. Dylan had been pretty supportive of my going out with them. However, I realised that he and Davies had warned the brothers not to mess around with me. The women let me join them when I wished and left me alone when I didn’t, but not tonight. Everyone had forced me out.
While I partied little, preferring a quiet life, I usually joined Rage and the Hawthorne females once a month so I wouldn’t cause offence. That was something Dylan encouraged. Hell, Dylan knew I didn’t have much in the way of friends, so he made certain I had some girl-on-girl time, which was sweet of him.
“Hey, honey?” Ezra asked, drawing me even closer to him, and my throat closed as I got a whiff of him. He smelt freaking good!
Ezra put a finger under my chin, and his eyes narrowed. I knew he saw the paleness and, no doubt, shock and horror written on my expression. Davies often told me I was useless at lying, as I couldn’t control my facial expressions.
“Ezra. I have to leave, Ezra, please. Before they notice,” I whispered, sensing Ezra wasn’t going to release me.
Ezra’s grip tightened on my arms, and he drew me into his chest and held me tightly.
I gulped. Oh wow, Ezra was amazing. My hands rose of their own accord and placed themselves on rock-hard muscles.
Ezra began sidestepping and moved me out of the crowd and toward the end of the bar.
“Before who sees you? Dana, honey, talk,” Ezra ordered firmly.
I tilted my chin toward a large group of people sitting at two tables that had been dragged together.
“Them,” I murmured while my hands twisted in his tee.
