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I wondered then if Lissa had seen them too, and I was surprised to realise how territorial I felt about that prospect. She already had her biker man, so she shouldn’t be looking at mine, right?
“You’ve seen them?”
Thirty-Four
SothereasonTorchwas injured when he came off his bike was because he didn’t bother wearing a helmet. He’s normally pretty careful, but I guess today he felt like living on the edge, and what a fucking day to not wear it. Luckily he hadn’t been moving too fast, and when the brakes failed on the bike, he was able to lose enough momentum before the accident, which was unavoidable, became impossible to survive.
A cut on his head was the worst injury, apart from potential concussion and some minor scrapes, plus a whole lot of bruises he’d see later. I was so fucking thankful that he was an experienced enough biker to realise the issue, and take action before it was too late.
The reason we didn’t know until Micro came barrelling into the clubhouse? Our paranoia over the person working against the club meant that Reacher and Stitch had taken to keeping their phones in his office, and away from any conversations we had about the killer. Ice had mine, but nobody had tried to call me.
Reacher and Stitch both had several missed calls on their phones from Micro though. He’d passed the crash site, seen Torch being loaded into an ambulance, and raced back to the clubhouse when he couldn’t reach them. The weird thing was that he never showed at the hospital before we got Torch out of there. A prospect had whisked Torch away in the van to check on his bike, before Micro even showed up.
“He okay? Fuck. I got delayed by a fucking asshole.” He ran his hands over his buzz cut hair and cursed again. His knuckles looked scraped or bruised, and he was agitated.
“What happened, man?” Ryder grabbed his wrist and lifted his hand to check the damage, and Micro grimaced and pulled his arm away.
“It’s nothing. I got pissed when that bastard cut me up, so I might have got a little physical, that’s all.” We exchanged a worried look, because more trouble wasn’t what we needed right now.
“You got into a fight with someone?”
“Yeah, some dick in a fucking minivan cut me up, and I nearly ended up on the tarmac too. People need to be more fucking careful of motorbikes on the road.” He was checking his bike when I turned back to Ryder.
“You think he left the guy alive?”
Micro laughed suddenly. “Don’t worry, I’m not a killer, dickhead. He’s fine. He’s a bit bloody, but he’ll live, and nobody saw. It’s all good. Mighta kicked a nice dent into the side of his crappy van too, but whatever. I’m guessing he’ll look both ways before he pulls out of a road now.”
Ryder frowned as he leaned over to check a scratch on the side of Micro’s bike. Fuck, that was the custom job I’d done for him.
“It’s okay, brother, I can… yeah, I can touch this up, it’ll be fine.”
“Thought you said he cut you up?”
Micro was fussing over the scratch but he finally lifted his head, and turned to look at Ryder.
“Huh?”
“You said the guy cut you up, but now you’re saying he pulled out on you.”
Micro rolled his eyes as he straightened up.
“Gee, sorry mum, guess I misspoke. Look, I’m gonna get back, but I’ll head past where Torch came off, just in case they need help with his bike.”
We watched him head off again like a bat out of hell.
“Lucky it wasn’t his bike tampered with, because he rides like he wants to fucking die.”
I nodded as I followed Ryder to our bikes.
“Yeah, he’s always had a bit of a crazy streak. So uh, what now? Is there a plan for when we get back?”
Ryder smirked, straddling his bike.
“You mean, is there some way you can sneak back to your forbidden girlfriend?”
Fuck me. They were just never going to accept us, were they?
“It’s not like some fucking fling, Ry. I’m in love with her, and I thought you’d understand that.”
