Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
I’m momentarily blinded. The tray flies from my hands, the explosion knocks me sideways. “Ah!” I yelp when a huge body collides with me.
“Get down!”
It’s Skull’s voice and he breathing like a bull, and I’d know it was him without him saying a word. His body has a certain feel. Gigantic and warm.
I haven’t even had time to freak out yet but when I peek from below his shoulder, it’s chaos. Fire spreads across the grass. People are running. Motorcycle engines are roaring to life.
“What’s happening?” I squeak trying to breathe below his brutally heavy weight.
“The fucking mob. Bastards threw a Molotov cocktail over the fence.”
He’s on the phone a second later. “On it,” he growls to whoever is on the other end and hangs up
“We’re moving.” Skull drags me off the ground and carries me to the clubhouse, shouting for the women to follow.
“Women inside now!”
Over his shoulder, I watch the other club male members scrambling to put out the fire and shoot at whoever’s out there.
It feels like a movie scene is unfolding around me. For the kind of movies I never watch.
Skull, tromping across the grounds like a big modern Viking-warrior in leather and denim, leads the way to the basement.
None of the other women are talking. Some are armed with guns and look like they know how to use them. The whole thing goes with the apocalyptic movie scene outside and here I am in my sundress and white boots with my hair hanging out of my ponytail.
Skull pins me with a look as he brushes a gigantic hand over my head.
”Stay here. Lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone that’s not the old man to one of these women.”
He kisses me hard, gripping my head in his palm as he does, and storms out the door with his gun drawn.
I’m.
That all just happened. Twice today I’ve been in an armed conflict. Stunned, with my legs a little weak, and my heart struggling to keep up, I stand in the middle of the floor while a woman rushes to the door.
She lock all of the deadbolts before she turns to the group. “I’m Reva. Grenade, the president of Kings of Darkness MC, Broken Wheel Chapter is my husband.”
There’s a collective settling. Like we all know we’re in good hands. We have to be right? She’s an MC Prez’s wife.
The other women introduce themselves. Haley.
Whitney. Vivie who quickly says she doesn’t have an old man.
The blonde from the kitchen is Audrey. The woman who stole the cookie is Brie.
Besides that there’s five of the more questionably dressed girls, who introduce themselves as names that sound a lot like stripper names.
The girl who came to Skull’s door is one of them. After giving me a long look, she lifts her chin and mutters, “What do we do now?”
Reva starts giving out orders to arm ourselves. She also says, “Just in case, move the couch in front of the door.”
For a few minutes there’s a flurry of activity. Then we’re standing around looking at each other. I’m holding a baseball bat because at least I know which end of that to hold. I’ve never touched a gun in my life.
Reva, satisfied with the preparations, sits on the couch like it’s any old day of the week.
“So, Katie, from the size of your eyes, I’m guessing this is your first time,” she says with a small smile.
“I just met Skull.”
Some of the girls give me knowing glances.
“Been there,” laughs the girl who introduced herself as Haley. “I got kidnapped by the club and then got kidnapped by the enemy within three days.”
Fear slices through me.
“Oh my god,” I wheeze, clutching my chest. “Was it the mob? They look super scary.”
“The mob grabbed me,” pipes up Whitney. “But Husk rescued me.”
They go around, sharing stories, except the stripper-girls who look on almost enviously.
“Well no one would rescue me,” announces Heidi as she adjust her microscopic tube top-band-thingy.
Wow. I don’t understand how her nipples are staying behind it.
“You’re down here aren’t you?” challenges Whitney. “That counts for something.”
I’m trying really hard to keep from imagining those tits bouncing in Skull’s face when something rams against the door hard enough to dent it.