Page 44 of Bleed Me

Dagger rolled his one eye. “Jesus. Driving me nuts.” In thought, he sat next to his brother. “Hey, come to think about it, it’s been a bit since he asked.”

Full of suspicion, Diesel shook his head at me. “You better come clean.”

I jolted. “About what?”

His shoulders hunched aggressively. “You been in my town?”

I was baffled. “Holy shit. No.”

The room went quiet. Then Meatball, club Treasurer, and Crow, club Secretary, walked in. It was odd the way they were already quiet as if knowing something I didn’t. Were my brothers not going to have my back? Jesus! Was I about to be put to ground?

Diesel was getting angry. “How the fuck did you know she’s with someone now?”

I recoiled. “What?” Then stared into the hallway and at Justice’s door. Is that why Art ran to her? “I didn’t—”

“Bullshit!” Diesel roared.

Fuck! My heart was pounding in fear. “Diesel, please calm down. I’m not a good enough rider. I could never have made it to Georgia and back without anyone noticing me missing. It would’ve taken days for that trip.”

My eyes raced to Justice entering the room from the hallway by Prez’s office. She looked perplexed while Diesel yelled, “Maybe you fucking caught a plane!”

“Diesel!” I begged, “I have no money! How would I even get a ticket?”

“Maybe someone loaned it to you.” He scanned the room until his eyes locked on Justice. “You fucking help him?”

She jerked back. “Me?”

My eye twitched. “Leave her alone.”

Diesel’s nostrils flared as if smelling my weakness. “Oh yeah, little fucker? Maybe I need to take her in the back room and get some answers out of her. See what she’s made of—”

Next thing I know, I’m on the floor of the Barn, being forcefully held down by surrounding bikers, Justice touching my face. “I’m right here. I’m right here…”

That beautiful glass…My body sighed and relaxed into the floor.

I don’t know when he arrived, but Saint was now hovering over us all, studying me. His head fell forward in relief. “She has him. You can let go.”

I was so confused. “Did I seize again?”

No one answered. Every other male Officer of the club, and Diesel and Scorch, stared at me as if I were the Devil himself, wearing a tiara.

I had ‘switched’.

Diesel, shaking his head while exhaling, told them, “Crazy shit.” He touched my chest. “Sorry, kid. They needed to see somethin’.”

No. No. No… “Justice, I’m so sorry.”

“Shh. That don’t mean shit to me.”

All the men stared at her as if she was in desperate need of medication to help with her denial. Amazing. With all the mean biker guys in the room, it was the girl who wasn’t afraid.

I grabbed my neck because my throat felt raw like I had been yelling with all my might. Not knowing what happened, I croaked out, “Diesel, please don’t mess with Justice. She has nothing to do with whatever you think I did.”

Lynx covered his mouth, grey eyes like his sister’s, showing a deep fear, but Diesel smirked. “I know. I won’t try that shit again. She’s all good, kid.”

As if suddenly weighing an extra hundred pounds, Lynx stood, rubbing the back of his neck. “To the Stalls. Now.” He walked away.

Justice looked to Diesel. He nodded. “Go. I got him.”