Page 76 of StoryTeller's Tale

A solid guy with a death wish in my view. You have to admire him putting himself in the risky position he’s accepted, at my back, just where Sheri was when she was shot at yesterday. Of course he’ll be wearing a bullet-proof vest and a helmet to resemble her, but it’s still fucking dangerous.

Not for the first time, I’m struck how Soulz will pull together for anyone wearing the same patch, be it a nomad or someone from a different charter. A lump actually forms in my throat as I think of the dozens of things that could go wrong.

Strider wishes me good luck then pulls himself into the cab of a truck. He waits for a couple of his brothers to climb inside, then the prospect opens the gate and they’re off.

Other brothers get into a variety of other vehicles and follow. They’re going to be waiting at various intervals as we’re banking on Knuckles making his move. We’re pretty certain Knuckles was forewarned of my arrival in Austin, and that suggests he’s got access to someone who can hack into the airlines’ systems. Just in case, Data’s already booked flights for me and Sheri, so as long as we’re right, Knuckles will be on the lookout for us leaving this morning.

When the compound is empty, Mex, wearing the red wig, struts out of the clubhouse and, after waiting for me to get astride the loaner bike, launches himself up behind me, making the bike sink and almost throwing me off balance. I have to fight to keep it upright.

Once I’ve got it straight, I turn and give him a glare. “Asshole.”

He just laughs and blows me a kiss.

I start the engine, and he puts his arms around my waist.Okay. He’s supposed to be Sheri.Then the fucker moves his hands down dangerously close to my cock.

“What the fuck?” Again, I spin around.

“Just giving you the full ol’ lady experience.”

“Keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself. Else you and I are gonna have a problem,” I snarl.

“Spoilsport,” he murmurs, but raises his arms to a more respectable level.

I kick into gear, release the clutch, twist the throttle and we’re off. To be honest, I’m grinning at the audacity of the man riding at my back, rather than overly worrying about Knuckles. I’m hoping he will put in an appearance today, else I’ll be spending more time riding with Mex at my back.

He’s nothing like Sheri. I try to keep my weight forward, but he’s holding me close, and there’s no comparison between a man’s junk and a woman’s snatch. And if I never have to feel a cock pressed up against my ass again, it will be far too soon.

Trying to keep my attention on the road and not the asshole sitting at my back, I turn out of the compound and take the direct route to the airport. Although I saw all the club vehicles pull out through the gates, they’re obviously hiding up well as it’s only from time to time I notice one. At one point, it seems to have been so long since I last had a friendly face in sight, that I start to think they’d abandoned me.

I’m wary when a blacked-out SUV suddenly comes up behind me fast, and Mex’s tap to my shoulder shows he’s as worried as I am. But it’s just an impatient driver, and I show him my middle finger as he zooms past.

I’m starting to think this is going to be a bust when this time a white truck appears in my rearview.

At this speed, I’m unable to warn Mex, so hoping he hangs on, I kick down a gear and twist the throttle. One thing about the Kawasaki is how fast it responds, getting into the spirit of the chase by giving me the speed that I need. From out of a parking lot zooms the truck driven by Strider, and another which I know had been taken by the VP.

Soon, they have the white truck boxed in.

I haven’t made a study of how the Dominators work, but Knuckles seems surprised that he’s surrounded and heavily outnumbered with guns. Neither he nor Handle, the prospect who’s stayed with him, make any pretence of going for their weapons as Strider pulls them out of the truck.

Instead, Knuckles tries words to get out of his predicament.

“Kill me and it will be war.”

“And killing me wouldn’t have started one?” I challenge, rolling my eyes.

“Get them in the truck,” Strider states. “We’ll sort this out when we get back.”

Within moments, both Knuckles and his sidekick are trussed with ropes and zip ties and thrown in the back of the truck Strider’s driving. Mex goes back to stand by my bike.

“Hey,” I tell him. “No need for that now. You can hitch a ride back.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, ST. You know you loved my arms around you. I won’t tell your woman if you don’t.” He winks. “Don’t deny you liked what I was doing.” He mimes jerking off.

Tequila and Buzz crack up laughing. While they’ve got Mex distracted, I go to the green monstrosity, and before he can reach me, start it and take off down the road.

Asshole.But as I ride, I’m smiling.

It’s a short journey back to the clubhouse. As soon as I get inside, Sheri heads straight for me, the relief on her face easy to read. I nod my thanks to Jasmine for taking care of her for me, then hide her face in my chest as Strider brings Knuckles in.

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