Page 31 of Storm

“Fuck,” I roar before I stand and yank Kenz off the ground. “We gotta go,” I tell her in a hurry as we both rush back toward where we parked the bike. I climb on, and she shoves the helmet on her head before jumping on the back and wrapping her arms around my waist. I reach down and secure them before taking off.

We ride hard, and we ride fast. It doesn’t take long to get back to the clubhouse where I park the bike, and we both climb off.

“What the fuck was that?” I growl at her. She sets the helmet on the seat and glares at me with a fire in her eyes that I’ve never seen before.

“What was what?”

“Don’t fuckin’ play dumb, Kenzee! Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Isn’t that what you’ve been training me for?” She asks, raising her eyebrow.

“No. It’s not! I didn’t say go out and jump the fuckin’ old lady when you wanted to. What the hell, Kenz? What if there were more of them?”

“You had my back.”

“Obviously! But that wouldn’t have been the case if there were more!”

“You’re being too much right now,” she says, turning around and walking inside. I storm in behind her when I see Kristy. I curse under my breath before grabbing Kenzee’s arm and spinning her to face me.

“We’re not done with this shit yet.”

“Yeah, we are. Don’t you have a bitch to fuck?” She snarls at me, jerking her arm away from me and walking across the room. I watch her go when Kristy walks over, stepping up in front of me, running her hands down my chest. I quickly slap them away, not in the mood for this shit today.

“We have a deal,” she hisses at me.

“Maybe I don’t want the fuckin’ deal anymore,” I tell her, looking down at her. She narrows her eyes, and I see the rage boiling over inside of her.

“You don’t get to change the deal, Storm. Don’t forget who got you out. I could get you put back in just as quickly.” I smirk at her and step into her space, crowding her.

“You think I’d let you get that far?” I ask her. She looks around me at Kenzee and then drags her gaze back to meet mine.

“Is it because of her? Because I can make her disappear just as quickly as you,” she tells me. Anger surges in my veins now that she’s threatening Kenz. That shit isn’t going to fly with me. I nod my head and laugh darkly when she pulls her purse in front of her. She pulls a gun quicker than I gave her credit for and points it at me.

“Back up,” she demands. I raise my hands and take a few steps back as I watch her.

“You really wanna do this?” I ask her.

“I’m sick of being cheated. By him, by you.”

“Think about what you’re doin’ right now and where you are, sweetheart, because you’re standin’ in the lion’s den, and there’s no fuckin’ way any of us are gonna let you walk outta here if you pull that trigger.” She smiles at me and turns the gun toward someone else. She’s about to pull the trigger when I rush her and tackle her to the ground, but it’s too late. She fired the shot. The girls scream as I pry the gun from Kristy’s hand and toss it to the side.

I yank her to her feet as the guys all rush around the room, making sure no one got hit.

“Kenzee? Kenz!” I scream for her.

“I’m…I’m okay,” she stutters. Now I pull Kristy to her feet in front of me, one arm around her so that her arms are held down, the other on top of her head.

“You just fucked up,” I whisper in her ear as I smile at the guys.

“What the fuck?” Patch roars as he steps in front of her.

“He was voiding our deal!”

“So you take a shot at one of our girls?” He questions her. She doesn’t answer him, but his eyes move to meet mine before he shakes his head. He knows. They all do. Jenson steps up next, watching me intently.

“You know who she is,” he reminds me.

“Means nothin’ to me,” I tell him.