I feel my hands shaking, but I clench them together. God, why did I leave Cade? Me and my stubborn mind.
“I did nothing to Jasper,” I say, my voice not as strong as it should be.
“Oh precious, we both know that’s a lie.”
“What do you want? To tell him where I am? Go ahead, I’ll run.”
The man laughs. “I’ll just find you. It wasn’t hard to do the first time; it won’t be again.”
“You found me because of my last name and the fact that my father is a biker. Do you think I’m stupid? You knew where to look, Jasper didn’t, so he sent a biker knowing he’d find another biker easily.”
Blondie’s face flinches, but I continue. “So go ahead, tell him. I’m only going to run.”
I take a step back, pull out my phone and press the speed dial to Cade. I put it in at the store the other day in case he decided he didn’t want to wait around for me and I needed to find him. Thank God for that.
“Who you callin’, precious? Daddy? He can’t help you.”
“I’m calling my…um…boyfriend, Cade.”
God, did I just say that? I sound so…childish. I do notice Blondie flinch at the mention of Cade’s name though, and that sparks my interest.
“Say again?” he rasps, his voice thick.
So he does know Cade? That’s interesting.
“He won’t be happy about this,” I attempt. “He’s part of my father’s club, and when the guys show up…”
“That’s where the little fuck went,” Blondie grunts, cutting me off.
“Sugar?” I hear in my ear as Cade answers the phone. “Did ya change your mind?”
“Cade, there’s this man and…”
Blondie smirks, then leans forward and snatches the phone from my hand and presses it to his ear.
“Cade, long time no see, brother.”
I hope he means that in the non-literal sense.
“Yeah, it’s Spike. Don’t sound so shocked, you didn’t think you’d never see me again, did you?”
What the hell is going down between these two?
“Oh, we’ll be waiting for you. By all means, bring your club. We’d love to tango.”
That doesn’t sound good.
Spike hangs up the phone and grins at me. “Well, well, you just made it all the more interesting. I’ve been looking to catch up with Cade for a long time.”
I cross my arms rubbing them. I have to get out of here. I have to escape while Cade distracts them. Provided Cade doesn’t show up, guns blaring. Then I won’t be able to run. It’s just not in me. I hope he shows up alone and whisks me away. I look over Spike’s shoulder at the six or so bikes still rumbling on the side of the road. At least, he doesn’t have all his guys with him, or maybe that is all of them. I can only hope so. I let my eyes fall on Spike’s again. I’m still shocked Jasper would contact a biker gang to locate me. That’s so…weak.
“Cade’s not going to let you share my location,” I say in a snarky voice.
“He can’t stop me, precious,” Spike grins. “And trust me when I say, I don’t owe him nothin’.”
“Just leave me be, Jasper asked for everything he got. I’m not doing anything wrong. I just want to start again.”
Spike shrugs. “Never said he didn’t ask for it. He pays me. I deliver. It’s that simple. No offence to you, precious.”
“No offence to me?” I growl. “You’re happy handing me back to a man who raped me my entire life?”
Spike jerks and his eyes widen. “What?”
“Some man you are.”
I hear the rumble of Harley’s and I see about ten of them come over the rise. Shit! Cade isn’t slow. I know most of the bikers would have been at the compound which is only a minute away, but still. He must have frantically made some calls. When the bikes slow down, I see that Jackson is up the front and Cade is behind him. They are the only two that get off, the others just idle away, like Spike’s guys are doing. The two men walk towards me, and I feel a mild amount of relief. I feel Cade’s fingers wrap around my wrist and hurl me backwards. I want to tuck myself into him and not move. He feels safe.
“Well, hello, old friend,” Spike murmurs, stepping closer.
“Spike,” Cade says simply.
There’s a lot of shit going down between these two; I can see it in their eyes. My guess? These two were once great friends and something bad happened. Maybe that’s what Cade didn’t want to talk about? I press myself further into Cade’s side, and I see Jackson give us a quick, curious glance before stepping closer to Spike.
“Why are you here, Spike?”
“Good to see you too, Jacks.”
Jackson crosses his large arms. “Don’t play with me, boy. I’ve been kickin’ your ass my entire life and I’ll do it again. You know my boys will have yours out of this town in a mother fuckin’ second.”
My father has known Spike that long?
Spike narrows his eyes, then turns his gaze to me. “I’ve come to do what I had to do, though I will be stayin’ a week or so. Got a trip planned, need to stock up on supplies.”
“You can do whatever you want. I don’t own the town, but if you cause shit, I’ll finish you,” Jackson warns.
“The fuck did you come here to sort?” Cade snaps, not letting Spike answer Jackson’s threat.