Page 150 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

This could go one of two ways…

The two clubs could ignore each other. Pretend the other didn’t exist and continue on their runs.

Or… they could not.

If they didn’t, she wasn’t going to even begin to imagine what that would be like. Unfortunately, she didn’t really know the majority of the BAMC members well enough yet. Cross and Axel and their spouses, yes. Nox, of course. But the rest? She had no idea if they would stay cool, calm and collected or make a sport out of butting heads with an outlaw MC.

Either way, it wasn’t going to be any kind of Kumbaya moment. Expecting any kind of hand holding, singing and swaying around a campfire with someone playing an acoustic guitar would be laughable.

Peace, love and harmony and all that happy crap.

She only hoped there wouldn’t be any kind of clashes. Or taunting.

Or, worse, bloodshed.

The Knights’ formation—led by Cisco, their road captain—slowed the second they spotted the lineup of bikes belonging to the Blue Avengers. She also knew the exact moment her father spotted her. In fact, his wife was super helpful by whacking Magnum on the shoulder and pointing her way.

Thanks, Cait.

Though, she couldn’t be mad at her stepmother. It was inevitable Liyah would’ve been spotted, even without her help. The only way to avoid being seen would be to run into the woods and duck behind a tree. She certainly wasn’t doing that because,damn it, she had nothing to hide.

She liked Nox. A lot. She enjoyed spending time with him. She was proud that he was finally shedding his heavy cloak of sorrow.

Both at the surface and at his core, he was a good man. And nothing her father or his “brothers” could say would change her view about him.

She loved her father to death but only tolerated his biker lifestyle. She understood and accepted it was a huge part of him. As was his love and loyalty to his family. He was the most loyal man she knew, and she only hoped some of that rubbed off on her sons.

With her heart galloping like a racehorse, she asked, “Now what?”

“Now we get everyone together and get back on the road,” Nox answered way too calmly.

“I’m not sure it’ll be that easy.”

“We don’t have a beef with them. They just need to mind their own business and we’ll mind ours.”

“I’m not sure it’ll be that easy,” she repeated as the Dark Knights finished rolling through the lot and parked on the other side, leaving some distance between the two groups.

Today made it glaringly clear, their MC had a lot more members than the Blue Avengers. About two dozen Knights along with their ol’ ladies, if they had one, were in attendance. Liyah knew that wasn’t all of them.

Because Magnum was a beast of a man in size, he stood above the rest when he dismounted from his sled after helping Cait off first.

Even being in his late fifties, the big man still exuded strength, power and fearlessness. Was he the oldest member of the Knights? No, but he was far from the youngest.

New blood was constantly joining their MC. The club did their best to keep their numbers up by actively recruiting for new prospects. And then constantly patching-in the prospects who didn’t wash out.

Besides the belief that there was power in numbers, they also wanted to remain strong and appear as a united front. That made them a good ally to both the Dirty Angels and Blood Fury MCs. It created what was known as the “Biker Army of the West.” A force to be reckoned with in case any other MC, one-percenters or otherwise, attempted to fuck with any of them.

Including the Blue Avengers.

She pulled free of Nox. “I should go talk to my father before anything goes down.”

“Nothing will go down.”

Again, he sounded way too nonchalant for Liyah’s taste. “You can’t guarantee that. First of all, while they all know me, they all don’t know that I’ve been seeing you.”

“And that will be a problem,” he concluded.

“They have a problem with law enforcement whether I’m involved or not.”

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