Page 38 of Talon (Road Rebels MC 2)
“I don’t have to listen to you, Glock. You’re not my boyfriend anymore,” she hissed, and I clenched my jaw at her.
“I never was, Sage,” I said, in a deep growl and I stepped away from her, hurrying down the steps of the porch towards my parked bike. She was still standing at the door, watching me in horror as I jumped on my bike.
“Stay out of this, Sage. Stay indoors as much as you can and then go back to San Francisco. It suits you,” I growled as I revved up my accelerator and sped off on my bike.
I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. My eyes were bloodshot with rage and confusion. How could she even imagine that she could waltz back into Long Beach and bring a case down against the Dragon Knights? She hadn’t changed. She was the same aggressive, self-sufficient, know-it-all from ten years ago!
I rode my bike hard to the Rusty Pelican. I hadn’t got any information about the woman or the DK from her. Instead, I’d stripped her panties down and made her come and then stormed out of her house because she’d pissed me off again. What else could I have expected from Sage Campbell?
Chapter 8
Sage
I was pacing in the living room, back and forth, unable to control the anger and frustration that was rising up in me. Who did Glock think he was? How did he dare to tell me what to do? I would leave Long Beach, and I would go back to San Francisco when I wanted to! Some asshole biker guy, who liked to slap women around, wasn’t going to scare me off. This was my neighborhood. This was where I had grown up!
Tears started welling up in my eyes from frustration as I thought of our argument again. I knew Glock was right, I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. I had no idea to what extent our neighborhood had changed in the past ten years. I had no idea what the MCs were involved in or how they ran their operation. It was me, not them, who had abandoned this neighborhood and run away to San Francisco like a wet cat. I had deserved everything that Glock spat at me.
Including the fact that he was never my boyfriend. I felt guilty and ashamed as I continued pacing the room. How foolish was I to think, that after all these years and after what I had done to him, Glock would still consider our three weeks together as an actual relationship.
It had meant everything to me. I had always had feelings for him, and I was happy with him, but I needed to go. I knew back then that this area was bad and that it was only going to get worse for me if I stayed. Glock had been nothing but sweet and understanding up until now, why should I expect him to understand this too?
I heard the front door open, and for a second I thought that it was him again, that Glock had returned. I wanted to apologize to him, I wanted him to know just how sorry I was for the way I had treated him. But it was only my mom.
She popped her head around the door of the living room and then smiled.
“Has Glock left already, honey?” she asked, and I tried to gulp down the lump that had formed in my throat.
“Yes, he has, but I need to talk to him. Do you know where The Bad Disciples hang out?” I asked her, hoping she wouldn’t catch the wild desperation in my eyes.
“What do you want with them, honey?” she asked and I smiled weakly at her.
“I don’t want anything with them, I just want to find Glock,” I said, and she knotted her brows. Did she know I was lying? I was, in fact, hoping that Glock wouldn’t actually be there, that I’d be able to talk to the boss of the club in private. They needed to hear me out. I had ideas, and now I could really help them.
“Okay, honey…well, I know they hang around the Rusty Pelican,” she said, and I nodded my head in a flourish. I knew exactly where that was.
“Thanks, mom, I’ll be back soon,” I said, and I rushed past her, giving her a quick hug.
I was going to the Rusty Pelican, and I was going to get myself a meeting with the boss.
***
I sucked my gut in, as I stood in front of the doors of the Rusty Pelican. It was evening now, and the lights inside the bar were switched on. I could hear loud metal pouring out of the bar, and I realized that I had never walked into a place like this before. Even when I was growing up in this neighborhood, I had always avoided places like these.
What was making me so bold now? Did I really want to help the women so badly? Did I really want to solve the problem that these guys had with the rival MC? Did I even really know how to?
I took a deep breath, and I stepped up to the door and pushed it open. The music grew louder, and I was greeted by a smoke-filled dimly lit dive bar, that was chock full of tatted up men in beards and leather jackets.
There were a few women there too, hanging off the arms of some of the men or serving drinks. I took my first step in, and like a herd of bloodthirsty jackals, the men in the bar all turned to look at me.
It was like a sudden silent hush had fallen on the crowd. I gulped, suddenly my throat had become very dry. I didn’t know anyone here, and thankfully, Glock was nowhere in sight either.
I weaved around the tables, towards the bartender behind the bar counter. I had to pick someone to talk to, and I picked him. He looked the least threatening to me, at least from where I was standing.
I could sense their eyes on me, following my every step. I walked up to the counter and stuck my chin up in the air, hoping that the others would think that I had complete confidence in myself.
“Can I speak to the boss?” I asked, and my voice came out as a squeak. The man just stared back at me like I had asked him for a million dollars. “The guy who runs the Bad Disciples MC? I would like to speak with him. I’m Sage Campbell,” I reiterated, but the guy was still staring at me, as was everyone else.
A door opened behind him, and I looked over the man’s shoulder to see Glock walking out of a room with a crate of empty beer bottles in his hand. He threw it down on the floor, and I heard several of the bottles crash and crack.
He hurried around the counter and grabbed my elbow, and started pulling me back towards the room where he had emerged from.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Sage?” he growled and pushed me into the room. He stepped in and closed the door behind himself.
“I came here to speak to your boss,” I replied.
“Are you crazy?” Glock was thundering at me. We were in a small square room, which seemed to be the storage facility for the alcohol.
“You seem to think I am!” I snapped back at him, and Glock ran a hand through his thick brown hair. I was watching his face closely. He was handsome, in a fashionable polo shirt and jeans. He still had that Abercrombie model look about him, that his friends used to make fun of him for.
“Sage, this isn’t high school, and you’re not my mother. You can’t just walk in here…” he was saying, and I cut him off.
“I’m not here to make a complaint or ask your boss if you’ve been behaving yourself. In fact, I was hoping that you weren’t here at all so I could talk to him in peace without you breathing down my neck!” I shouted, and Glock punched the wall beside my face. Our bodies were inches apart, and he was frustrated.
I flinched and then stuck my chin up at him.
“You can’t just ask to talk to Axel. That is not how it works,” he growled, and I arched my eyebrows at him.
“Just a few hours ago, you were talking about how amazing your new blood brothers are, how warm and gentle they can be,” I said, and Glock brought his face close to me. His nostrils were flared, he was raging at me, and for some reason, I liked this new side of him.
I appreciated the kind and polite version of Glock that I knew and had fallen in love with, but this growling man was kind of a turn on too. Our bodies so close together was making me weak in the knees. I was reminded again of what he was capable of doing with his tongue.
“You listen to me, Sage. You’re going to leave this bar right now and never return. You have no business with Axel, and I’m going to make sure it stays that way,” he growled, and I leaned my face closer to his. Our lips grazed, his breath was falling hotly
on my face.
We were peering into each other’s eyes, and I could feel the electricity in the air.
“You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do,” I hissed, in a deep husky voice and Glock grabbed my cheeks with both his hands. His lips were on mine, devouring me with a blink of an eye. I gasped and pushed against him, and his back thudded against the door of the storage room.
I was climbing him. He cupped my ass and lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I couldn’t believe this was happening again. Here, in this storage room at the back of a dive bar! But he was so fucking hot!
He bit my lip, and I could feel it throbbing, and then he whirled me around and carried me to the mountain of crates at the back of the small room. His kisses were raw and wild, and I kissed him back, just as ferociously.
He placed me down on top of the crates, and I could hear the glass bottles tinkling against each other.
Glock pulled his lips away from me. We were both panting. His broad shoulders were heaving, and without his jacket on now, I could see the intricate tattoos on his arms and his bulging biceps. A thrill ran down my spine. He had grown into a strong man, a hard man who could carry me around.
