Page 48 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
“I’d like to fucking know that too,” West growls, backing away from Brian.
“We found his car two miles north. He saw the bikes. He knows our patch. He hid in the alleyways and lock-picked the back door,” Raze reports.
“Yeah, we’re changing the system for the back and front,” Asher grumbles. “Get Grayson on it,” he tells Beckett, who nods.
“Get the fucker to the clubhouse,” Drew orders Raze.
“What are you going to do with him?” I ask. “I’m not a fan of the asshole, but we can’t just hand him over to get killed, Drew.”
“That’s club business,” he grunts, not looking at me.
“It’s my business,” I stand firm. “I’m the idiot who didn’t listen to your warnings. I dated him. I also got rid of him when I finally caught the act. You all are putting yourselves in danger because of me.”
“No,” West says, standing closer. “Because of him. He got himself in this shit. He’s the reason you were attacked. This is on him. Not you.”
“He was always part of the plan,” Drew crosses his arms. “We have an hour before those assholes meet us. Let’s go.”
Raze tosses Brian over his shoulder. My ex’s body jerks, but he still isn’t fully conscious. We all watch as they leave before West finally touches me.
“We knew he probably wouldn’t take it well at first,” I say, holding his body close before he winces.
Fucking Drew.
West’s face is bruised, a few cuts bleeding. “We need to take care of that,” I tip my head toward his face.
“I’m going tonight.”
“What?” My brow furrows. “No.”
“Grayson and Holden will be with him,” Beckett says.
“We’ll be in the back. Armed. Car ready to leave if shit gets bad. But it won’t,” he reassures when my mouth opens. “I know the plan. It’s solid. Trust your brother. And trust me.”
“You’re not his favorite person right now, Hero.”
“But like he did once for me, I’m going to watch out for him. I have his back. No matter what.”
His steady determination is something I can’t argue with. I literally dedicated that song to him because it represents him down to the letter.
“If something happens to you, I swear to God, West Hunter, I will hunt you down, even in death, and demand retribution. Don’t you dare not come back home to me.”
The first smile of the night. A small one, but all West. “I love you, Camille Lane. And I plan on coming home to you for years to come.”
Emotion closes my throat. “I’ll hold you to that promise, Hero.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
WEST
The pavement rumbles below our feet as all the bikes cover the road leading into Eden Ridge. The earth groans as exhaust fumes blanket the night on this barely lit highway, creating an eerie fog.
My face hurts like a motherfucker. My ribs scream with every breath. I should get them checked out, but I had to be here. One, to see with my own eyes that this ends. That Camille is safe to live her life without fearing what’s lurking over her shoulder. And two, to have my best friend’s back.
He’s pissed. He’s stuffing it down to step into the role that has countless men waiting for his direction, trusting him with their lives. He never took that responsibility for granted. But, we’re more alike than people know.
I see the slight twitch under his left eye. The stress of everything is just a hair trigger away from him making someone bleed.
I also made a promise to come back home to Camille. So, I can’t get my ass shot or worse.
