Page 28 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
Each one of them told me their stories, about how they met and fell in love with the men in this MC. Each of their histories was dangerous and full of ‘taking chances’. From their stories, I got the sense that none of them ever woke up and took the day for granted. Anything could happen. Their men were always putting themselves in danger, especially when they were at war with another MC.
“At war?” I blurted, feeling the need to cover my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I couldn’t believe how cocooned and sheltered my life had been so far. The real world was here. These people had real problems and yet they were loyal and dedicated to the men who gave them these lives.
“It can get pretty gruesome. When something big is about to happen, we all gather here, stick together, ready to face whatever we have to,” Allegra replied.
I wanted to ask the million-dollar question; how did they live their lives knowing that the men they were in love with could be seriously injured? Or worse.
I didn’t have to ask; Mary-Beth could read it in my eyes.
“Being with Drax, having him in my life, makes all of it worth it. Life with him might be on the edge of a cliff, but I have never found any other man who is as good as him. As brave or strong, or who loves me better.” Mary-Beth was blushing as she spoke about him. I could see the proof in her eyes. She meant every word of it.
There was something scary about what she was saying.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be tangled up in those feelings for someone I could lose any minute.
I grabbed my can of beer and sucked every last drop of it. I could feel it settling in the bottom of my stomach and I closed my eyes. For a moment, I imagined waking up to Spike beside me in my bed.
When I opened my eyes, the others were watching me.
“Are you okay, hon?” Mercy asked, reaching for my shoulder, and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Yes, I think so. I don’t know. I’ve just met Spike…” I didn’t know what made me say that. Mercy nodded. Allegra was smiling.
“Maybe it’s best if you don’t think about it. Let life take its course. If there is one thing I’ve learnt in my time spent with this MC, loving my man, it’s that nothing is in your hands. You feel what you feel.”
I was blushing, just like Mary-Beth had been. Was it that obvious? Had they already figured out how I felt about Spike?
I opened my mouth to say something, to contradict what Allegra was insinuating, but I heard the roaring sound of bikes outside. We all turned to look at the windows that were thrown open to the parking lot.
I wanted to ask what was going on but they were all running to the window to look outside. The men were back.I didn’t get a chance to ask questions, or even properly react to what was happening. Before I even gathered myself to go to the window and look, the doors of the bar were thrown open and two big burly men stomped in.
They were dragging another man between them. It looked as if he was out cold, his head bobbing and swaying to the side while the other two pulled him down the length of the bar floor. Behind them, there were more men and everyone in the bar cheered. Some beer bottles were thrown to the floor. They made crashing sounds. Someone turned the music even louder and there was a big round of applause.
It felt as if suddenly, the bar was flooded with people. Faces I didn’t recognize. I couldn’t see the women. I searched for Spike, but couldn’t see him either. My heart was thudding frantically in my chest. I felt dizzy and faint.
None of those crazy alcohol and drug-fueled raves I attended with Brett’s friends in Paris even came close to the atmosphere in here. I was sure I would cry now. I was overwhelmed and afraid. Nobody knew me here. What if something happened to me? I was about to scream for Spike. He was supposed to be here with me. Protecting me.
My knees were buckling, I was spinning, I was going to fold to the floor and then I felt hands on my shoulders.
“Spike!” I shouted his name but when I spun around, I saw it was actually Sophie.
“Hey, it’s okay, calm down,” she said and pulled me into her arms.
“That man. What happened to him? Who was he? Is he…is he…dead?” I pressed my head to Sophie’s shoulder. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to know the answers to my own questions.
“Hey! Look at me! Look at me!” Sophie made me look up and meet her eyes. “This is a celebration. Okay? Trust me, it’s the best thing that could happen for everyone. That man is now our captive. He is alive and he deserves everything that’s coming to him. You don’t know the whole story but maybe someday you will. Until then, you will just have to trust me. Okay?”
