Page 109 of Bleed Me

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about this.”

I stepped around the bed to get closer to her.

“I just can’t leave them unguarded again—”

Possessing her mouth, I slammed her back into the wall, then lifted her up, forcing her to wrap those luscious thighs around my waist. I had twenty minutes and was going to make every one of them count. First ten were going to my wife. The second to my children.

Justice was all aboard the Giver Train. She needed me. She was terrified for Art, and understandably so, but she had also just stepped past a huge crossroad in her life. Now, she had to walk an unknown path. I wanted her to know my heart was right by her side, so we handled it Giver and Justice style. Madly, I fucked her against that wall. She had just chosen my kids above all. Including me. I had never been so moved, so grateful, and so full of respect for Justice—my once Road Captain—than at that epic moment.

Thrusting up and inside her, I teased, “This mean you’re gonna start making me dinner?”

“In your fucking dreams.” She bit my neck.

“Ah, shit. Now I’m really turned on.”

I’m not sure how I didn’t plow her through the wall. Maybe if I’d had more time I would’ve, but I had Gracie and Ice to love on before I faced another road of uncertainty. How were we to find Art and get the revenge I thirsted for?

The night of Saph’s murder, the Prospect had given us a detailed description of Seth, the ‘boyfriend’; tall, lanky, black hair, dark eyes, and a cross tattoo on the top of his right hand.

Seth wasn’t a true ghost, even though he kept disappearing like one. Yet we were on edge. It was all his willing volunteers that concerned us. It made a man consider every stranger on the street as a possible threat. No matter, I had something I had to do so I could rest my heart for a different reason.

Loading on the bikes, I staked a claim to a murder. “If that fucker is within my grasp, I’m asking for that kill, Lynx. He killed the mother of my children.”

“I hear ya, kid. If Diesel doesn’t beat you to it, the fucker is yours.”

For days, we traveled east, following leads, using every connection Lynx had. Many chapters wanted to own the “I owe you” from the President of the Steel Stallions MC. There wasn’t enough money in the world to buy such power. Whatever connection Diesel had to Lynx, it was a mighty one, and we continued our search.

Despite my aching desire to put the fucker who had killed Saph and hurt my Justice deep into the cold, hard ground, we received word that it was Diesel who rescued his son. He took the much-deserved revenge for the rest of us. That was Diesel’s story to tell. I wasn’t there as that man claimed the blood of our shared enemy. I wasn’t there for the sweet revenge of killing Seth, but at least it was a father who put him to ground. To try and ease my unslaked bloodlust, Diesel sent me a pic of the cross tattooed hand…

It’s done, Saph—Julie Anne Anderson. Your murderer is now in Hell where he belongs.

When we knew that our foe was no more, we stopped in North Carolina for some grub, so ready to finally head home after this wild goose chase. That’s when we got word of a retaliation. Standing under a pavilion to avoid the sun while at an outside barbecue joint, Lynx nearly crumpled his cell while snarling into it, “Are you sure?”

Hearing his tone, we all stopped chewing.

With his cell still at his ear, he growled to Dagger, “Get your brother on your phone.” To his own phone, he barked, “How much time we got?” Listening, he nodded. “Yeah… No, you did good. We’ll head there pronto!” He ended the call, then took Dagger’s waiting cell. “Diesel… There may be a shitstorm headed toward you. I just got word—from Idaho—that a newly formed and real nasty club connected to Seth left days ago, heavily loaded. Said a Ryder brother had rolled and spoke of ‘buried’ secrets.”

The diamonds.

Stallions started shoveling food down their throats right before Torque told me, “Eat, kid. No idea when your next meal may come.”

Just then, Lynx walked up. “Nah, brother, he can’t go where we’re going.”

Georgia.My jaw dropped. Delilah. “Is she in danger?”

Prez rubbed the back of his neck. “If they were connected to Seth, everyone in that town may be.”

Our Sargent at Arms, Torque, had his say when it came to fights, even when countering the Prez. He commented, “Lynx, with all due respect, if we’re facing that kind of heat, we need our best gun.”

I thought of my saddlebag and how Justice had packed my hoodie. How she knew I would need it could be a mystery to some, but to me, it was a sign. “I’ll go.”

Dagger shook his head. “If caught, you face prison time. No way. Head home, son.”

Jenny, see me through, little girl. “If I get caught, I won’t implicate any of you. I swear on Justice’s soul.” I love you, Church Eyes. My club was lifetime security for my family, and I loved my brothers. Gracie and Ice, Daddy loves you so much. I only got to have my little family because of those brothers. How could I turn my back on them now?

I couldn’t.

So, I went to my bike, took off my cut, and put on my hoodie, then I slipped my cut back on. “Stallion for life.”