Page 59 of Rain or Shine

Asher nods. “Like that. But he wouldn’t do this. And even if he’s pissed at Harloe, he won’t go at her directly. He’ll go through us.”

“He already is.” Will scratches the back of his neck, glancing my way. “Could this be someone tied to your club?”

It’s the first time Will has questioned the club since we’ve been here. Because of Dean, he’s trusted us and helped us out. I don’t like that whoever is doing this is causing a rift when Will is one of the only friends we’ve got in this town.

I tuck my gun away. “It’s always a possibility, but I haven’t seen anything off at the ranch lately, and Steel didn’t send word of trouble headed our way. The message seems like they’re pissed at Harloe more than anything. Between the bar and this, I don’t think it’s about the club at all. Does she have enemies I don’t know about?”

“If she does, we don’t know either.” Will shares a look with Liam, seeming as confused as I am about who would be after her.

“I can’t drive Max home in this,” Lawson says, kicking a piece of glass with his boot.

“You can borrow one of our trucks. Asher, Liam…”

“We’ll grab it,” Asher says, and they walk off.

Will shifts on his feet beside me, his boots scraping the pavement. “Do you ever get the feeling that things are bad but the worst hasn’t even started yet? That everything is about to get a hell of a lot worse.”

“Yeah, I’ve got it right now.”

He nods. “What comes next?”

I glance at Aiden, then Lawson and East. They all nod their heads. A silent message. A commitment. Brotherhood. Something I haven’t quite felt since leaving Vegas, but I sense it in this moment.

“Nothing I won’t deal with,” I promise.

Will looks over at me, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

18

HARLOE

Moans are followed by the steady pounding of a headboard as Shane and I walk into the bunkhouse.

“East moved quickly.” I glance up at Shane, who firms his jaw in irritation.

“A couple of girls wanted to thank him for his heroics today.”

“I thought there wasn’t any saving needed?”

Shane didn’t go into detail about what happened after I went into the bookstore, but he did tell me they couldn’t find who shot those rounds. We were lucky no one got hurt when clearly someone was using the opportunity to send Shane and his club a message by shattering the windows on their truck and slashing the tires on their motorcycles.

I didn’t see the damage to the vehicles myself since they’d been moved to the auto body shop before I arrived, but it sounded severe.

My brothers had to give us a ride to Ironside Ridge.

“No saving needed, but that doesn’t mean East didn’t play it up to make it sound like there was.” Shane scratches the back of his neck as the moaning gets louder.

“How do you get any sleep in this place?”

He chuckles. “You get used to it, or you listen to music.”

When he turns the corner toward the bedrooms, I don’t bother offering to sleep on the couch. We haven’t discussed the fact that we’re sharing a bed aside from him not wanting me in high-traffic areas, and I don’t mind it.

The chorus of screams is louder as we pass East’s room, and Shane pounds on his door as we walk past, but it doesn’t do much good when East simply chuckles on the other side.

When we reach Shane’s room, the walls help muffle the sounds but don’t mute them entirely, so Shane pulls out his phone and turns on some music. I stare at the phone, then the wall, my eyebrows pinched.

“I can tell him to shut the fuck up if he’s bothering you,” Shane offers.