Page 62 of Stitch
“Do not get out. You’ve got no fucking shoes on.”
I leaned out as far as I could, catching sight of several bikes parking up, and several feminine figures sliding off of the back of the bikes ridden by their partners. Lissa lifted off her helmet, and her red hair cascaded over her shoulders. She looked badass as hell, dressed in leather jeans and a leather jacket.
Ice couldn’t take his eyes off her, even as he climbed off his bike, and followed her in our direction. I saw others moving behind them, but all I could focus on was that Lissa was here. Her presence added a sense of safety, while I felt like everything around me was out of my control, and escalating.
The bikers all converged on where Stitch was waiting, while Lissa squeezed past him to come and stand by the door with me.
“What’s going on?”
She smiled calmly at me.
“Club business, babe. I’m gonna hang with you while they do their thing.”
“Me too.” I saw Alicia squeezing past Ice too, and Tori was right behind her. That meant the bikers were Reacher, Ryder, and Ice, but there was someone else too. Someone I didn’t recognise.
“Prospect, get back in the damn van. We’re leaving right away.”
The guy turned at Reacher’s command, and loped back out of sight.
“What’s happening? Someone talk to me dammit!”
Stitch shot me a grim look.
“We’ll just sort out this club business, and be right back, babe. You girls have fun without me.”
He wouldn’t even smile at me, or come back near me. There was a darkness hovering over him, a deadly look in his eyes. Suddenly I felt like I didn’t know him at all. Was I afraid of him now? I was pretty sure it wasn’t fear, but it was unnerving, because he looked like a stranger, even though every feature of his was as familiar to me as my own.
“Stitch, don’t do this, please.”
Stitch
Ihad to getout of there before I fucking lost it. Every time I looked at her, at that sweet face, those earnest fucking eyes… those trembling lips… all I could see was the mess she’d been, when she spied that bastard across a crowded beach. If he could reduce her to that, just by being in the same place as her, what the fuck had she gone through with him?
I kept clenching my fists, because it was my only outlet for my rage until I could get my hands on him. I felt like I was hanging by a fucking thread, and all of the fury that had been building inside me since I discovered that thing was burning hotter and hotter, and I needed to let it loose on that bastard.
“Get me out of here, fast,” I muttered to Reacher, who grabbed the shoulder of my cut, and dragged me away from the camper as my brothers surrounded us.
“What’s the plan?”
I turned to face Ice. “You got his location?” He nodded, holding up his phone.
“Tracking his phone. He’s not far from here, so I suggest we take the van, and no bikes. We should leave our cuts too. No sense in advertising who we are.”
Reacher nodded. “We do this clean, brothers. Snatch him, and get the fuck out. Ice has a secondary location for us to deal with him, but no losing your shit until you’re out of sight, got it?” He was talking directly to me now.
“Brother, I need you to stay with her.”
Reacher’s frown deepened.
“I’m with you, Stitch, always with you. This is club business now.”
I shook my head, fighting to keep my eyes from the camper, from seeking her out.
“Reacher, I need someone with her, and you know it has to be you. That’s my wife. She’s my fucking reason for breathing, and I need you to be the one with her. She’ll try to follow us, you know she will. She knows what I’m planning, whether she’s just assuming it’s a beat down, or whatever, and I can’t have anywhere her near this.”
Reacher cursed, running a hand through his hair.
“You can’t side-line your President for a revenge trip, Stitch.”
