Page 67 of Falcon

“Darlin’, I’ll shadow with her. Myka won’t want to risk upsetting her mother-in-law,” Mom said, and I turned around and found Mom and Dad at my back.

“Eventually, you’ll need to return to Rapid City; you can’t stay here indefinitely,” I argued.

“No, especially as your dad is Veep. But we can for a week. Falcon, we could probably even stretch to two weeks. The club’s damn quiet apart from the allies’ drama. Drake will be fine, particularly if he knows it concerns your old lady,” Mom replied. She sat down as Dad fetched their breakfast and coffee.

“It will give us a chance to know Myka better and help her settle into the family,” Mom added. She turned to Calamity. “If that’s okay with you, Prez?”

“Yeah, just keep the kids under control. Our Satan’s Spawn aren’t as wild as the Hellions, and we want them to stay that way,” Calamity warned.

Mom grinned. “Sure thing, Prez.”

Calamity’s phone rang. “Yo.”

I sat up straight as I heard a panicked voice. Calamity was already rising.

“Mom, don’t let them out of your sight,” I ordered as Calamity headed for the exit.

“I swear,” she promised. That would do me. Nobody would get past my mom. I chased after Calamity.

“What happened?” I demanded as he dialled someone while straddling his bike.

“The garage is on fire. Falcon and I are riding,” he said down his phone and hung up.

I set my jaw as I hit my hog and rode out behind him. Calamity had probably called Hunter, and he’d alert Savage and Gauntlet. Crap. As we headed into town, we could see the smoke billowing dark in the region of the garage. Despite how early it was, there were people on Mill Street as we raced down it.

The garage was at the corner of Grange Hall Rd and Mill Street. As we neared it, the smoke thickened, and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I was beyond surprised when it came into view, and we saw it was still standing. Flames licked at the front and left walls, but from what I could see, it hadn’t spread. The fire department had contained it.

Parking up, we crossed the street to where several deputies blocked the road from the nosy fuckers who’d turned out to watch. An ambulance was on scene with its doors open, facing away from us. Calamity nodded to Chief Deputy Rick Farell.

“How long has it been burning?” I asked.

“About an hour. A witness saw it spark into life, and then he said it climbed the walls. I’m thinking arson, but fire investigation will answer that.”

“Fuck.”

“One of your guys was here. He got the vehicles out but got burned,” Farell said with a nod at the ambulance. Neither Calamity nor I hesitated and rushed forward. Sitting inside it, on a stretcher, and glowering was Felix.

“You just earned your colours, prospect,” Calamity stated.

“How badly is he hurt?” I asked a paramedic.

“Felix has burns on his hands and wrists. He’s also got smoke inhalation and needs to keep the fuckin’ mask on,” she growled and replaced it over Felix’s mouth. “That’s the fourth time he’s removed it to speak to someone. And the patient should also shut up because every time he speaks, he has a coughing fit.”

Felix stared at the woman who held his gaze fearlessly. He raised his hand, and she slapped it. Despite the circumstances, I was amused as Felix glared.

“Keep the mask on, prospect,” Calamity ordered. “Did you see who did it? Nod or shake your head.”

Felix shook his head.

“Was the fire burning when you arrived?”

Crap, Felix shook his head. He’d been inside the building when it went up.

“Next time, leave the damn vehicles and get the fuck out!” Calamity snarled.

Felix pursed his lips and began hacking.

“I’m taking him to the hospital. I don’t like the sound of his cough,” the paramedic said.