Page 64 of The Moment They Can Never Forgive
Grill actually growled, deep in his throat.
“Look behind you,” JD said into Dan’s ear.
He turned and found all the women lined up behind them.
“Hello, sweetheart,” one of the bikers said suddenly. “I’m Reek.”
Turning Dan saw Leah had moved to the front line.
“Want a ride on my bike?”
He leered, and Dan felt the bite of anger. But before he could speak, Leah did.
“I’ve never been impressed by men who have to intimidate people to make themselves feel important.”
Reek’s smile fell. “You watch your mouth, little lady.”
“And here’s me looking six shades of worried,” Leah drawled in that tone he’d once loved. Sassy Leah hadn’t come out to play since she returned. Dan found himself smiling at her words.
“What are you smiling at, pig?” Grill glared at Dan.
“Leave town, Grill,” Dan said. “But before you go”—the smile fell from his lips— “I’ll warn you that if you ever speak to her, or any of these women, like that again, I’ll make you sorry.”
“Aww, my hero,” June Matilda sighed.
“Fuck you, Duke,” Grill snarled.
“Language, young man!” Bart roared.
“Now which one of you ladies wants a ride?” another biker asked.
“Me.”
Dan turned and saw SJ with a flirty smile on her face.
“SJ, you move a foot in their direction, and I’m dropping you,” Phoebe said.
“I do believe I’m a little bit scared of my sister right now,” Caleb added. “That was her mean voice.”
What surprised Dan more than Phoebe’s words was the fact that SJ did as she was told.
“That’s a no, so leave,” Dan said.
“No Duke gets to tell us what to do. Especially the youngest, who is a pig,” Grill hissed. He then got off his bike.
Dan moved out of the line and met him in the middle.
“If anyone hurts my baby, I won’t be happy.”
“It’ll be all right, Mom,” Zoe said from behind him. “If he touches my little brother, I’ll break his face.”
“That’s my girl,” JD said.
Family,Dan thought.You can’t live with them or without them.He stopped before Grill. The biker was big, but then so was Dan.
“Not sure what had you leaving your cage tonight, Grill, but we don’t want you in Lyntacky. So you and your friends need to leave town, and this time stay out. This is ladies’ night. They’ve had fun, and now they’re going home. For them to do that, you need to move those bikes.”
“I think the problem is, these boys have no direction,” Mrs. C. said. “My son’s like that. Useless as the g in lasagna. Find a direction, boy,” she said, stomping closer.
