Page 21 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“You’ll be fine here. Everyone will keep an eye on you,” I said and she nodded. Was that a flash of nervousness I saw on her face? She looked away.
I followed Drax to his office.“Duke, the President of the Granite Apostles, thinks he may have a lead on Eagle’s location,” Drax said when I shut the door to his office.
I was confused by what I was hearing. Did he just say what I thought he said?
“They’ve found Eagle?” I growled. The Granite Apostles had been our long-time allies, but only in business. But ever since our war escalated with the Silver Knights and Eagle went missing, they agreed to come down and work with us in finding him and bringing him to justice for all the shit he’d pulled on us.
“Looks like it was the right decision to get them involved,” Drax added.
“I’ll bring him in,” I said quickly. Drax sighed and gave me a nod.
“Yeah, I know you have taken his disappearance personally.”
“I’m the one who let him get away.”
“You’re the one who got nearly fatally injured by the bastard,” Drax grunted. “You couldn’t have done more.”
I shook my head. “You have to give me this.”
“You are not the only one around here who wants a piece of him. Have you forgotten about Crash? What Eagle did to him, his own President? Mary-Beth is his sister. She will never be able to forgive Eagle for what he did to her brother. Crash will hopefully recover from his addiction, and if he doesn’t, Eagle is dead the moment Mary-Beth lays eyes on him.”
I couldn’t respond to that. I knew he was right. Eagle had done more than just physical harm to Mary-Beth; he had destroyed her family. If Crash didn’t come out clean at the other end of this, she would lose her brother. Her only family.
“And he owes me some answers too,” Drax added. “You’re not the only one who let him slip away. I did, and so did Ghost.”
I rubbed a hand over my face.
“When we finally get our hands on this motherfucker, he is dead meat. He’s not getting away this time. No more chances.”
I nodded. “But I want to be there. When they finally find him and bring him in. I want to be there.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
“And Sabrina. I’m supposed to be watching her. She’s the mayor’s daughter. It’s the gig Ghost assigned to me.”
Drax nearly laughed at that. I knew it sounded silly to him. This wasn’t the sort of job I was supposed to be doing.
“We’ll have someone keep an eye on her if you’re occupied.”
I nodded.
“I should probably take her back to her place.”
“Yeah you should probably do that. The poor girl looks as if she’s in shock.” Drax gave a laugh and I smiled too. Yeah, I thought Sabrina didn’t fit into a place like this, but I wasn’t so sure about it anymore. There were so many deeper layers to her underneath that sparkling facade.8SabrinaSpike wasn’t gone for more than fifteen minutes, and while he was away, I got a chance to sit back at the booth and observe the place. Now that it was nearly midday, there were more people here. The men were all the same biker type. Leather jackets, big and muscular, tattoos. The few girls who were around were all dressed similarly to Sophie. They were all draped around the arms of the men, laughing and flirting and drinking with them.
It was only the middle of the day, but it was obvious that these people didn’t notice. They barely even noticed me. When they did see me, I could sense they were surprised by my presence. They sniggered about me openly. I could see Sophie telling them why I was here.
Then Spike appeared by my side again and said it was time for us to leave.
A few hours ago, when we first arrived at this place, I wouldn’t have expected to feel the way I did now. I didn’t want to leave. I wished I could stay for a bit longer, maybe talk to a few others. I was curious and interested to find out more about their way of life. I wasn’t afraid of them anymore.
But I followed Spike out. Sophie even waved at me, and the jealousy I had felt toward her before and the flirty, easy relationship she shared with Spike was now replaced with something else. I was beginning to discover that it was very easy to like Sophie. She was the kind of person anybody would want to talk to.
Back on the bike again, I sat behind Spike, draping my arms around him, but with more ease this time. Unlike the first time, I wasn’t afraid of falling off the bike, or the twists and swerves we were going to take on the ride. I was focusing on the way Spike’s chiseled abs felt under my hands. The way our bodies pressed together.
