Another car comes up to the driver’s side of me once I pull out of the drift. This one is a silver Ford Shelby GT 500. The driver is a stunning blonde-haired woman I’ve seen before. She gives me a wink before falling back and cutting the car off trying to ram me. Another car appears on my right. This one is a dark red Nissan GT-R. The man driving has dark skin and dark hair with blonde highlights. He too offers me a wink and points to a silver Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat in front of me. He then drops back and stays side by side with the Shelby, blocking the other car chasing me from passing them. I follow the Dodge Challenger into the night, flying down the highway. I don’t know these people, but they just saved my life and for that, I’ll be forever grateful.
Once we reach the safety of the clubhouse, the gates immediately roll open. The Silver Hellcat I was following enters first. Then me, the silver Shelby and the dark red Nissan. I pull into a parking spot and shut the car off. The others do the same. They climb out of their cars and wait for direction. The driver of the Hellcat is a little Mexican woman with dark hair and deep brown eyes. The man driving the Nissan stays next to her. Danyella is still crying in the back seat, holding onto Daisy and the little girl. The side door Daisy and I came out of a few hours ago flies open and Dagger comes running in our direction followed by the prospect who was hitting on Daisy.
“I’ll be right back,” I say to Danyella. She nods her head and doesn’t say a word. I open the door and meet Dagger and the prospect in the middle of the parking lot. “There’s no point.” Tears fall rapidly down my face and I don’t wipe them away. I hold my head high and grieve for a young lady who lost her life all too soon. God gained an angel today while we lost a beautiful soul.
Dagger ignores me and hurries to the waiting car. The woman driving the Shelby approaches me as I watch Dagger carefully remove Daisy’s limp body from the back seat. When she gets close enough, I realize who she is. She’s one of the most stunning women I’ve ever seen. I was immediately envious of her when she came to my studio with The Savage Saints. Her California kissed skin and blonde hair would make anyone jealous. The man standing behind her crosses his arms. He’s tall and built like a fighter. He doesn’t say much, but he has the same haunted expression in his eyes I’ve had in mine before.
“Are you OK?” her sweet voice has me in more tears.
“Thank you for saving me.” I choke out.
“It was no problem. I live for that shit.” She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.
“I’m Monica.” I offer her my hand. “I owe you a debt for saving my life.”
She takes my hand and gives it a firm shake. “I look forward to it. Name’s Krimson.”
Chapter 9
Blayze
Riding with my brothers is the best feeling in the world. The wind whipping around me. The power of my Harley vibrating with every twist of my wrist. The way I can let go of all the shit happening and focus on the open road. It centers my mind. Centers my soul.
We’re riding in formation down the PCH. Some of us will be heading into downtown LA while the rest of us go to the Bloody Scorpions clubhouse. The sun has set fully over the ocean view to my right. Time is ticking down. Capone is in the lead. I’m right behind him to his left and Torch is next to me. Behind me are Bear and Trigger, followed by Tiny, Red and Derange. Two prospects are behind them driving the vans to export the girls to our clubhouse. The traffic isn’t as heavy as normal. It’s like commuters know something’s up and decided to stay home. They’d be right. A war is brewing and we’re the bombs ticking down, ready to explode.
Capone lifts his right hand in the air, holding up three fingers. Signaling to our brothers this is where we part. Bear speeds up and gets next to me while Torch slows down to ride with the rest. We turn left and put two fingers facing down as our brothers pass. It’s a sign of respect and good luck to keep two wheels on the ground at all times. Once the vans catch up to the three of us, Capone signals to pull off in an empty parking lot. I check the time we have left until the auction. There’s a little over two hours to go.
Capone pulls into a parking spot at the way back of the lot and turns his bike off. Bear and I follow. The prospects driving the vans cage us in and block us from the view of the road. Capone climbs off his bike, removes his brain bucket and lights up a smoke. The ticking of our cooling bikes is the only noise in the quiet night.
“Prez, what’s going on?” I ask as I climb off my bike and remove my brain bucket. I really want to get to the old warehouse to scope it out before it’s too late. My nerves are on the edge of exploding and taking my frustration out on my Prez and best friend.
“I got a text before we left. The instructions said to meet here.” Capone responds.
“Text? From who? What the hell, Prez?” I growl. I suck in a breath when the words leave my lips. Fuck I just screwed up.
Capone levels me with a glare and inhales his cigarette. He blows the smoke out before addressing my disrespect. “First, I’m going to let that fucking slide because I know how stressed you are. Second, my decisions are not to be questioned. Krimson asked me to stay here until we get the all clear to move forward. Remember your place Blayze. My fucking Club. My decisions. End of fucking discussion. Are we clear VP?” Capone drops his cigarette and grinds it out with his boot.
“Aye, Prez. Sorry about that. It won’t happen again.” Shit, I’m lucky on that one. I have to learn how to pick my battles with him and this wasn’t one of them.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I yank it out of my jeans. Capone’s does the same. It’s the gate alarm at the clubhouse. Someone either just arrived or left. I pull up the camera and what I see makes my blood boil. My girl is hurrying back to the black Dodge Charger and exiting the clubhouse.
“What the fuck is she doing?” I ask no one in particular. I knew we should’ve hidden all the car keys. I look up to Capone and he’s watching the same video. The slight tick in his jaw is the only sign he’s pissed.
I close out of the security app and dial her number. It rings a few times before sending me to voicemail. “Bug. Answer your damn phone.” I growl when it beeps to leave a message. My fingers tighten on my phone causing it to crack under the pressure.
Capone dials her number and the same thing happens. “Monica, get back into the clubhouse. Now.” He hangs up and I dial again.
“Voicemail, again.” Motherfucker.
We both try a few more times until it now goes directly to voicemail. What in the hell is she doing? I will blister that ass so hard; she’ll be able to feel me for a week when she sits down.
“What do we do now Prez?” Rage settles deep into my bones. I need my President to guide me before I go off the rails.
“We continue with the plans and wait for my contact to show up and give us the all clear.” Capone levels me with a stare so cold, I shiver. “I don’t know what my sister is up to, but she’s a big girl and can handle herself. I need you to focus on what we’re doing, not worry about what she’s doing. Can you do that, Blayze? Because if you can’t, hop on your bike and head back to the clubhouse. We’re going to war and need all your attention before one of us gets killed.”