Page 7 of Flash (Iron Thunder MC 2)
I wanted Spike to be right. I wanted this whole thing to be a hoax.
“I can’t go. I have to be with Cassie,” Bolt said. Drax agreed, putting him in charge of the prospects while we were going to be away.
“When do we ride?” Ghost asked, rubbing his hands together like he’d just eaten something delicious.
“Tomorrow. Night. Flash has the new route,” Drax said. I nodded in agreement.
“Cool. And where’s our pitstop for the night?” Spike asked, equally excited.
“This bar called Blue Lights, dead end of nowhere. Don’t expect anything too exciting.” I’d planned the route carefully for our ride, back when I wasn’t aware that the Silver Knights had already declared war on us. Now I hoped our route wasn’t going to expose us to an attack. Moreover, I hoped our Clubhouse or our properties didn’t get attacked while we were away.
“Blue Lights, here we come!” Ghost cheered. The others in the bar cheered too. I looked at Bolt who was definitely way more worried than I was.
“Hey, you take care of yourself while we’re away,” I told him. He nodded and breathed in deeply. “And take care of that girl of yours. I’m sorry I haven’t been more supportive of her.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah. No. I get it. You don’t understand why I’m this invested in what I have with her.”
That made me crack a smile. What was happening to this guy?
“I’ve heard about love. Don’t believe in it, like I don’t believe in Santa Claus either.”
Bolt grinned and shook his head. “Yeah, neither did I.”We arrived at the bar the next night. Blue Lights glowed with a neon sign shining bright above the dingy looking door. The place looked deserted from the outside as far as the eye could see. There wasn’t much I knew about it other than that it was in the middle of nowhere. It was perfect.
I led the ride and it had been smooth so far. I also kept in contact with Bolt to make sure things were at peace back at the Clubhouse too. Maybe the Silver Knights were waiting for the right opportunity to attack. Or maybe it was a hoax, or maybe we were walking right into their trap.
Whatever it was, we were glad to arrive at the bar tonight. Our bikes populated the parking lot and we all got off in unison.
There was some shit music playing in there and I had a feeling our group was going to attract a lot of attention. The boys usually made sure we got it.
The others walked ahead while I checked my phone. No messages from Bolt; it was all quiet.
By the time I got into the bar, they had already taken up one large table at the center. Drinks were being ordered and Spike was eyeing up the pool table in the corner.
“How’s the Missus?” Ghost asked when I pulled up a chair at the table. I grinned and shook my head.
“I guess I’m the only one taking this seriously then.”
“If they pull a stupid stunt on us, they’re going to regret it. So I say bring it on,” he replied.
“Sure, whatever you say, man.”
The others were too busy drinking and getting ready to play pool. Maybe they were doing the right thing by letting loose. I checked my phone again and when there weren’t any texts from Bolt, I decided I needed to ease up a bit too.
The Silver Knights weren’t going to attack us here tonight. They’d have nothing to gain from us. The Clubhouse was now in the very capable hands of Bolt and the prospects he was in charge of. So what was I worrying about?
I looked up and saw the waitress coming toward our table. She had a big tray of drinks stacked on a tray, and even though it seemed like it’d topple over any minute, it didn’t. Surprisingly, she had excellent control over her wares.
“Keep ‘em coming, honey,” Drax said and she smiled at him sweetly.
I could see the others looking her up and down too. I couldn’t blame them. This chick was a knockout—and I couldn’t understand what she was doing out here in the dead end of nowhere.
Dark hair, blue eyes, with a body made to be bent over and spanked. My cock sprang to life just looking at her. Was that the effect she had on everybody? She worked quickly with her long slender fingers, popping the orders down on the table, and doing it accurately.
When she turned to me, her eyebrows arched in surprise.
“Sorry, I don’t think I got your order earlier,” she said. Her voice was low but clear, smooth like caramel. Delicious. I imagined what my tongue would feel like inside her mouth.
“No, you didn’t. Just a beer. Any beer. Surprise me.”
For a moment, I thought she was going to crack a smile, but then she fluttered her eyelashes and hooked her empty tray on her hip.
