Chapter 8
EIGHT
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 dare he 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 operations.
It was me - not them - who had abandoned this neighborhood and ran 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, after all these years and 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 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 passed 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 music 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 dry. I didn’t know anyone here, but 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, pulling me back towards the room where he had emerged.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Sage?” he growled and pushed me into the room. He stepped in and closed the door behind.
“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, the 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 in 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. 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.
I parted my legs invitingly at him, and Glock stepped up and tugged at my top. My top slid up and bunched around my neck, and my pink lace bra was revealed to him.
“I’ve been dying to see these!” Glock hissed and squeezed my breasts together.
I threw my head back and laughed. Alone together, Glock was capable of turning back into that giddy teenager who was too scared to touch me.
However, now, he was pulling the front of my bra down so that my bare breasts bounced into his view.
“Fuck, Sage. I’m going to make you scream my name,” he growled, and he gasped as his mouth found my right nipple.
I weaved my fingers into his hair as he started sucking.
He had wedged his face in my cleavage and tugged at my nipple as he sucked.
The wetness and the throbbing between my legs were uncontrollable.
I felt like I was going to come right away, right like this.
I reached for his shoulders, feeling the shape of his muscles. He had a full strong back, and I wanted to run my nails over his bronzed tough skin. As he sucked on my breasts, I reached and pulled up his T-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.
I nearly gasped at the sight of him. That sweet, lanky seventeen-year-old boy I used to have a crush on had turned into a hulking mass of muscle. His back was covered in tattoos and chiseled.