Page 75 of On The Rocks

Sighing impatiently, I paced the room, carving out a track to and from the door. “It’s been hours,” I grumbled. “Where are they?”

Kennedy studied me from her seat at the small square table. “It’s only been forty-five minutes. Atlas and Pagan need to talk it out. Try not to worry.”

“It’s easy for you to say,” I retorted. “The Kings of Anarchy weren’t pointing their guns at Breaker’s head.”

“They were under orders, babe,” Kennedy pointed out. “Any trouble, shoot first, ask questions later. At least they didn’t pull the trigger.”

I bit my lip nervously. “Did you see the SAA haul Callum away? What if they do something to him?”

“Atlas won’t let that happen,” Sophie assured me. “They just need to get to the bottom of what happened. The guy Callum beat is supposed to be an ally to the KOAMC, and his dad too. Pagan needs to be careful.”

The door to the room the Kings of Anarchy had locked us into opened suddenly.

“At last,” Sophie muttered.

My head jerked around, praying that Callum would saunter in and tell me it was just a big mix-up and we were going home, but instead, Tristan came rushing inside.

“Oh Lordy. What the hell got into the Irish stallion?” he asked, his eyes rounding. “I couldn’t believe my delicate, pretty ears when Cruisey told me he beat the shit out of the sheriff’s son. It’s not like Callum O’Shea to get involved in trouble.”

I stumbled to a chair and slumped into it. “Sheriff’s son?”

Tristan nodded. “Yeah. He’s a deputy of Coal Creek along with those other boys he came in with.”

“Oh fuck,” Kennedy spat, her eyes sliding toward me. “I may need to do some major damage control here.”

“But it wasn’t his fault,” I wailed, tears hitting the back of my throat. “That man touched my boobs. Callum was just defending my honor.”

A dark shadow crossed Tristan’s face. “What man touched your girls?”

“The sheriff’s son,” I whispered, my eyes lowering shamefully. “He and his friends were causing trouble.”

Within a second, Tristan was in front of me on his haunches, grabbing my hands. “Tell me!” he barked.

“That guy Callum beat grabbed Maeve’s breasts,” Sophie cut out, her voice shaking. “That asshole singled her out. Our guys saw them coming and tried to get to us, but they were too late. One of them grabbed Ned, and the other sexually assaulted Maeve. Kennedy held her own, and I got them both away, but Callum lost his shit. Atlas couldn’t stop him because he was holding Kit back from going berserk. If Breaker had gotten hold of him, he would’ve killed him, then wewouldbe screwed.”

“I should never have worn this top,” I wailed.

“Stop that,” Tristan snapped. “You could’ve worn a fucking turtleneck, and he’d still have found an excuse to touch you. It wasn’t your fault. These are grown men who are meant toprotect and serve. They know the law, and they know grabbing your boobs without consent is breaking it. I hope Callum taught the bastard a lesson he won’t forget.”

Kennedy’s lips twitched. “He broke every finger on the hand he used to touch her. It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

Tristan's expression went from angry to flushed, and he whistled, fanning his face. “Ooh wee! I wish I was there to see it.”

“It was hot,” Sophie agreed grudgingly.

“Yeah,” I concurred. “It was fire, but now the Kings have taken Callum away somewhere. They may be giving him a smackdown or feeding him to the fishes or something.”

Tristan’s chin dipped. “Don’t get them mixed up with your family. We’re talking about bikers. They’re far more likely to tie him to a bike and ride it around until the road rash has skinned alive.”

“Oh my God!”I cried.

“Nobody’s skinning anyone alive,” Sophie snapped. “Atlas won’t let anything happen to Callum,” she turned to Tristan, “and where have you been, anyway?”

A wide grin spread across Tristan’s face. “Cruising with Cruise. He offered me a tour of the compound and ended up giving me a tour of what he’s got behind his zipper.”

“Tristan!” Sophie exclaimed. “On the first date, too.”

“I’m not sure he’s the type to date. I think he’s more of the bend you over his bike and see what pops up kinda guy, but whatever.” He shrugged, still grinning from ear to ear.

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