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Just then, the automatic door opened, and Maren walked in, holding two coffees and a bag. She wore the backpack slung on her back.
She noticed the look on my face and rolled her eyes.
Holy shit. She’d just gone over to the diner for breakfast.
Getting back in the room, she said, “I only wanted to get breakfast and try to make up.”
“It scared me to death,” I said, trying not to be angry.
We ate breakfast, made love, and showered in that order. We got on the road a lot later than we planned, but it had been well worth it. It hadn’t been a huge fight, but we made up like no one’s business. Tomorrow, I would have to leave her with a stranger and go get my daughters. Therefore, I was glad to know we were okay.
Long and grueling, the ride took us to the back roads again. I got lost in the winding, narrow roads too. Not just lost in thought. I had gotten rid of the maps when I threw out my phone. We had to stop at a rest stop and grab some real paper maps.
The beautiful scenery of the countryside as we zoomed closer to our destination made me realize I would miss my home. The sky turned a deep shade of red, orange, and purple as we crossed the Tennessee state line. We’ had stopped for gas and food along the way, but I didn’t switch spots with Maren like she’s offered. My ass was sore, but I wanted to ride through until we got to the safe house. The miles stretched on as we rode on toward Nashville, but I felt it would be best to get there and get settled. I had to know what I was dealing with. I wondered if the house would have supplies and weapons. If I would feel safe leaving Maren with a stranger from another motorcycle club.
Part of me wanted to leave her in a hotel while I tried to rescue my girls. But I knew that my mission was a dangerous one. If my brothers caught me, I needed to know Maren would be okay. Relying on the Road Monsters MC was my only choice.
It was completely dark before we made it to Cotton Town, to the address the Road Monsters MC had given me. We pulled up to an old farmhouse. A “For Sale” sign stuck out in the front yard. Cutting the engine, I got my bearings. I scanned the area, assessing the location. The neighbors weren’t close. This house was practically in the middle of nowhere. I knew of the area since it was only an hour from Nashville, but I had never been way out here. On a dead-end road, there was no thru traffic. No one would be just happening by. If anyone were to come here, this would be their destination. If anyone came to bother Maren, I would make sure it was their final one.
Approving of the spot so far, I helped Maren off her Harley. She stretched and started for the saddlebags.
“Leave the money out here,” I said.
“Why? Don’t you trust them?”
“I have to be sure,” I said, explaining myself.
But what I didn’t tell her was I had another thought on the way. Thirty-five grand wasn’t a lot of money, but I knew Kingpin had made deals for less. The club needed money, too. Running the Vegas-style entertainment complex, Royal Road was more expensive than my old President would ever admit. He always sought ways to line our pockets that kept his bikers from working for another organization. He didn’t avoid the mob in Tennessee because he wanted to go straight. He didn’t want to be ruled by anyone. I shared that sentiment.
I thought maybe I could offer this money in exchange for our freedom, somehow. Kingpin was a constant gambler, by all accounts. I didn’t know if I could make a bet with him. He loved a game. Once I settled in for the evening, I planned to think more on it.
How could I trick a trickster?
When Maren and I made it to the door, we spotted someone we both knew standing behind the screen.
“Hob?” Maren asked, as she latched onto my arm. She looked genuinely frightened.
“Not anymore,” he said. “And don’t worry, ain’t a God anymore either.”
Hob was someone Maren had suspected of being another spy at Royal Road. He was the brother of the girl I had wanted to kill for her families’ association with that club, but my President had prevented it. He even protected her brother, Hob, here.
Needless to say, I got my gun out.
It caught his eye. Hob put his hands up.
“Loyal to the Royal Bastards MC then?” I asked him.
“No, I’m with someone else. Same group I reckon you’re with,” he said, backing into the house.
It looked empty enough. “This is our safe house?” I asked, on edge.
Hob, the man, was essentially a boy of nineteen. His face faltered. He gave it away. I had every right to be on guard.
A voice came from the living room, further proving my point. I put my hand up, telling Maren to stay put. I hated to step away from her. My weapon leading the way, I rounded the corner and saw him.
I froze. Had Hob sold me out?
