Page 2 of Flash (Iron Thunder MC 2)
Eventually, she let out an icy ‘humph’, whipped around and walked away. I heard the receding clicks of her heels as she walked to the bar. Good. Finally, some peace and quiet.
I rubbed a hand over my face and then sipped the whisky in silence. I wasn’t just frustrated with having to come up with this new route; it was more than that. We still didn’t know the full repercussions of this battle we had started with the Silver Knights. Things were awfully quiet around here since we’d raided their holding cell and stolen our shipment back.
This kind of silence didn’t fill me with confidence. I could feel a storm brewing around us. Did anyone else notice? Or was it just me? Or was Sophie right in claiming that I was overthinking this?The route was finally completed, and I’d already spent more time on it than necessary. I was too distracted, too unsure about this plan. I was thinking about trying to convince the rest of the MC to drop the next Club Run.
The door of the common room slammed open. The handle dug into the wall and made an irritating scraping sound.
I looked up to find Bolt striding in.
“You lookin’ for something?” I asked.
I could see a piece of paper waving in his hand as he came toward me.
“Yeah, and the rest of the Club.”
“Aren’t they out there?”
“I can’t find Drax or Ghost or the others anywhere.”
I shrugged and sat back in my seat.
“What’s up?” I asked and Bolt clenched his jaws.
“Nothing good,” he said and held up the piece of paper. “You don’t want to know.”
I could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t kidding when he said I wouldn’t want to know.
“Give it the fuck here,” I growled and reached for the paper from him.
I read it once, then I read it again. This had to be some sort of joke. I looked up at Bolt and his eyes were wide and enraged.
It was like someone had read my mind.
“They’ve declared war on us?” I jumped up from the chair, spittle flying from my mouth in anger. I saw red. I could have driven my fist through the table, but I managed to hold back.
“We found the paper in Cassie’s pocket. They must’ve slipped it there when they had her.” Bolt looked like he was in the same place as me—about to bust a vein.
“Fuck. Fuck Fuck!” This was exactly the shit I’d been hoping wouldn’t happen, expecting the Silver Knights would just drop it. They were the ones who’d started this. A war between our MCs meant there was going to be some serious damage.
“Fuck is right,” Bolt said, running a hand through his hair. I wanted to say it—I was bursting to say it. This was all Chip’s fault. And what about his girl? Chip’s sister. Drax had agreed to bring her into the Club, to offer her protection as Bolt’s girl.
“Don’t you fuckin’ look at me like that. This is not Cassie’s fault. She didn’t make her asshole brother do this,” Bolt growled.
I looked away from him and nodded. He was right. It was done now. The war had begun and nothing either of us could change that.
“We need to go find Drax and call Church. We need to prepare ourselves for an attack,” I said.
“Then let’s go look for them together.”
I grabbed my leather cut and we were out of there. I knew there was something sinister about tonight. A full-on war with the Silver Knights meant that nothing was going to be the same again.2AllegraIt was cold outside when I stepped out of my car. It was early in the morning and I’d spent the night in the backseat. My joints felt stiff, and I was aching all over. Was it possible I’d aged a decade in the past few weeks?
I’d driven to this gas station so I could use their toilets. Fluffing up my hair with my fingers, I fixed a neutral cheery expression on my face as I walked into the store. The door opened and a bell dinged. I hated the attention these bells drew the moment you entered a place.
A big woman with thick glasses was behind the counter, her face puffy and her hair looked messy, like she’d just woken up from sleep too.
The shop was empty so I walked around the aisles for a few moments. I’d already looked through my purse and calculated how much I could actually spend on food today.
It wasn’t much.
The truth was that I was broke.
I hadn’t had a consistent source of income for months now, so gas money was more important to me at the moment than comfort or food. So whatever bits of tips I did actually make, I had to save, so I could keep the tank full at all times.
