Page 7 of Brooks (Dirty Misfits MC 1)
Especially since he helped handle my estate while I was away.
“Thanks,” I said as I came out of the bathroom.
He gripped my shoulder. “I’ve got your bike out here for you, if that’s what you’d like to ride away on.”
I grinned. “You know me too well.”
He chuckled. “Just doing what I can. You’re a free man now, and I’m sure you’ve missed the rides.”
I’ve missed Raven more. “Thank you, man. For everything.”
He opened the metal door for me. “Nonsense, it’s my job. And between you and me? Not everything about your case added up in the first place.”
The hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end. “So, you think that, too?”
He led me toward my bike. “Couldn’t discuss it with you while you were in prison, but I can now. And yes, there’s a lot of unanswered questions we didn’t get to the bottom of that night. That’s what I used to negotiate your parole. I told them that if we were really going to stop without having all of the questions answered, the least they could do is give you parole.”
I snickered. “You’re a fucking snake, you know that?”
He patted my back. “Oh, and one more thing. I also used that excuse to get you out of the halfway house. So, you’re free to go home right now.”
My eyebrows rose. “Yeah, you need a raise.”
He barked with laughter. “Again, just doing my job. But if you want to put in a good word for me? I won’t say no to that, either.”
I grinned. “Consider it done.”
I dug my helmet out of the back storage compartment on my bike and slid it onto my head. I looked back at the massive brick building surrounded by metal fencing and barbed wire. I was so glad to be out of that place, especially since Porter had to pay off some guys in there for my own protection. I was a massive target in that place, and it cost Porter a great deal out of his own pocket to make sure I was taken care of and not murdered on sight. Why the club didn’t foot that entire bill, I honestly wasn’t sure.
But I was hellbent on finding out the answer.
I was hellbent on finding all of the answers.
I threw my leg over my bike for the first time in five years and it felt like coming home. The leather cradled my crotch like a dream and the handlebars were itching for me to strike up the engine. A movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention, though, and when I panned my eyes in that direction, I saw a familiar sight.
A man, sitting on top of a bike, staring straight at me.
I was no stranger to people tracking me down. That was just how it went in the lifestyle sometimes. But this was no particular stranger. This was a Black Flag. A member of our rival club that we had been at odds with for years. This was a man from the exact club that kept trying to push us out of our own territory.
So, I flipped up my visor and stared straight back.
I wanted him to know that I saw him. I wanted him to know that I had clocked him. That he had failed in his mission to keep tabs on me. And the second our eyes connected, he pushed off the ground and sped away on his bike.
Before a bike approached me from behind.
“I see Mr. Rothsfield did his job,” Porter said.
He rode into my vision and I ripped my helmet off. “Get off that damn bike and get over here.”
Porter chuckled. “You first.”
I propped my bike back up and slipped off before I wrapped him up in the biggest hug I’d ever given anyone, outside of Gage. Porter barked with laughter as I picked him up and swung him around like we were in some sort of fucking romantic comedy movie. I never thought I’d be so happy to see that doofus in all my life, but here he was, greeting me as I got out of prison.
Like the rest of the club should’ve been doing.
I released the embrace. “So, talk to me. What the hell’s been going on?”
He slid his helmet back on. “Ready to talk and ride? We’ve got business to attend to.”
I put my helmet back on. “Already throwing me back into the fire?”
He got back onto his bike. “You’ve been cooling down for five damn years. You can deal.”
I chuckled. “You’re damn right, I can.”
We synced up the Bluetooth headsets in our helmets, then blazed a trail away from the prison. Watching that damned place fall toward the horizon in my rearview mirror filled me with a happiness I couldn’t explain with mere words. The adrenaline and the happiness alone stiffened my cock. I poised myself above my bike and let the wind whip around my body.
