Page 31 of Reckless
Chapter Seventeen
Wrench
“Brother, you busy?” I look up and see Torch.
“Just trying to figure out this shit. It’s like a damn ghost opened this account. It’s under some dead girl’s name.” I turn my chair toward him.
"Yeah, well, let me know if you need help with anything. Pres wanted me to come find you." He leans against the door frame. "Apparently Carly came by, Mikey called Pres, but he said with the lockdown he couldn't have her in here."
She was here? Why? I grab my phone to call her and see a missed text.
I’m coming to see you. I ran into Tony it got bad. I need you.
“Fuck!” I stand up and head for the door.
“You can’t leave. Remember no one in or out?” Torch places a hand on my arm in an attempt to stop me.
“Fuck the lockdown. She’s hurt. She came to me for help.” I push past him. “I’ll mow the fucking gate down if I need to.”
"Shit, I'll tell him to open it up for you." He gets out of my way, making the smart decision just to let me go at this point.
I swear to God if that asshole laid a hand on her, I'll strangle the life out of him myself. Heading toward her house, I catch sight of her in the parking lot of Jimmy's. What the hell is she doing here? The boys come here sometimes when we feel like getting out of the clubhouse, but it's no place for her.
I pull my bike in to see some asshole hassling her and following her through the lot as she moves in between cars. She seems to be moving slow and purposefully like she’s hurt. Fire runs through my veins as he reaches out and grabs her arm, pulling her to him as she winces.
He’s a dead man.
I hear a bike coming as I’m hopping off mine. Torch pulls up next to me following my line of sight. “Fuck.”
I hear him behind me as I move faster. Carly’s eyes find me and relief fills her face. He looks back at me and laughs. “Sorry, boys this one is taken.”
“Yeah, she is.” I close the distance between us. “By me, so you need to get the fuck away from her.”
He turns around, his eyes going to my cut. “Nah, I checked, she ain’t got a brand or a jacket.”
"Don't give a shit. I'm fucking telling you she's mine, now back off or you won't be able to walk away." Torch is at my back, and I know that this guy wouldn't stand a chance against us.
He pauses like he's trying to weigh his options, but pretty soon I'm not going to give him a goddamn choice. "Fuckin' pussy ain't worth this shit."
He couldn't be smart enough to walk away without running his goddamn mouth. I take a step in front of him, and without saying a word, my fist connects with his jaw. He goes down like a big pile of bricks.
I walk over to Carly who still isn’t even standing up straight. “What happened?”
I look back, and Torch is still watching us.
"I was walking home after lunch because Izzy got taken back to the club and Jess had a family emergency. Tony pulled up next to me, and when he started in on me, I couldn't help myself, and I told him to go fuck himself." Torch laughs, and I hold it in as best I can. My girl has a fire in her, and I love it. "He really didn't appreciate that. He hit me so hard that I fell to the ground and then he kicked my side a few times."
Every muscle inside of me tenses with the need to kill that bastard.
Torch steps to my side. " I know exactly what you're feeling right now. You need to think about a few things though. One, your girl is hurt that should be your first priority. Two, you need to play this smart and find a way to get the club on your side, or you'll create more shit than you solve." I nod, knowing that he's right. "You need a pass for the night? I'll cover for you."
“Appreciate that, man.” I look over at Carly. “You think you can ride on my bike?”
Her eyes widen at my question. “I-I’m not sure. I thought I wasn’t supposed to be on your bike.”
Torch looks at me. We both know she's right, but I couldn't care less.
“You don’t look like you can. I’m calling a cab for you, then I’m following it.” I turn to Torch. “Cover for me ‘til tomorrow?”
