Page 44 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“Only the ones that have club affiliation and that we have proof they’ve paid their way out of it with money or their names.”
“It’s possible, we’ll send two men over to keep him safe just in case.”
“Thank you, Camden. I don’t want anything to happen to him.”
“Does this mean you’re coming with me willingly, or am I putting these cuffs back on you? I’m sure you’re missing your accessories.”
“I’ll go. But you’re not locking me up again. I swear, I’ll light the fucking clubhouse on fire before I willingly get cuffed to your bed again.”
“Baby, I give it a few hours before you’re begging to be cuffed to the bed again.”
“In your dreams,Chaos.” He gives me a sexy-as-hell smirk, his lips pulling up at the side, his eyes narrowing, the skin around them wrinkling ever so slightly. My heart pounds against my rib cage, a hard, rapid beat like it’s trying to claw its way out and get to him.
Camden’s phone dings from his pocket, and he quickly retrieves it, looking down at the caller.
“Pack whatever shit you’ll need, we need to go now. I’ll be right here; I need to take this.” I nod, turning to grab my bag and putthe few things I brought with me to Seb’s as Camden gets on the phone.
“I found her. We’re heading back. No, no escort, don’t want to bring any more attention to us. We’re right outside of Spruce Harbor. Should be back in forty-five minutes as long as there are no issues.”
Camdenand I ride next to each other, and every few minutes, he falls back just enough. I know he’s watching me, wanting to keep his eyes on me. A huge part of me melts at him being protective. Especially because Camden knows I can take care of myself, so the fact that he’s being protective regardless, shows how much he truly cares.
The moment I heard the low rumble of my bike, I knew it was him. I would be able to pick her out of a lineup with my eyes shut. Should I have put up a bigger fight about returning to the clubhouse? Probably. But there’s a part of me that missed it and wants to return. I don’t know how to feel about that fact.
Knowing there will be time to dissect it later, I let myself revel in being reunited with my motorcycle, the open roads in front of me, and the wind in my hair. Who knows how long it will be before I feel freedom like this again.
The tall metal gate is manually pulled open by two young prospects as Camden and I approach. The damage to the fence line was extensive and could be seen even in the middle of the night while I was escaping. It looks like they’ve repaired most of it, but I guess the automatic gears haven’t been fixed yet.
Dust picks up around us as we turn off the asphalt and ride onto the long, dirt driveway. The sun is setting behind the mountains, glowing reds and oranges behind the clubhouse, illuminating it like a beacon calling him home.
Members I recognize and some that I don’t are waiting on the large front deck, all dressed similarly in jeans, T-shirts, and their leather cuts. All except Malice. I take in his low-slung leather pants, bare feet, and his cut, sans shirt. He winks at me as I climb off my bike, the drastic black eyeliner lining them making him look intense, but he’s never felt like a threat, the opposite, actually.
Camden is at my side a moment later, his hand falling to my lower back, his lips ghosting a touch at my ear, sending goosebumps across my flesh. My eyes flutter closed in response. “You’re safe here.”
Together we walk up the steps, and it’s so entirely different from the first time I went up them, kicking and screaming while Camden manhandled me. It’s hard to believe it’s only been a few weeks, and so much has changed in such a short period of time.
Malice greets me first, taking a quick inhale of his cigarette and letting the smoke slowly float out of his mouth and weave around his head before sticking out his right hand in my direction. “Don’t think we’ve actually been formally introduced. I’m Malice to these idiots, but you can call me Crew.”
“Saige, but you all already know that,” I say as I place my hand in his. He’s quick to grasp it, bringing it slowly up to his lips as his dark-lined eyes stay focused on mine. Strong arms band around my waist, hauling me backward at the same time Malice’s wrist is pulled upward at an odd angle.
“Keep your lips off her, Mal, or I’ll crush all the bones in your fuckin’ hand,” Camden grinds out between clenched teeth.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Not so hard, Prez. I got it, I got it! No touchy!”
I grip Camden’s forearm, urging him to let go. When he complies, his hand falls loose to our sides, but the arm around my stomach doesn’t move. It’s warm and comforting but also unwanted, if only because of the guilt and anger that will never be resolved pulsing between us.
“This beast is my vice president, Sin,” Camden says as a huge man I’ve seen before steps forward, nodding his head. He’s as big as Rogue, maybe a little wider, with a head full of red hair and a beard like a Viking. “That’s Noose, Rolo, and those two young ones are prospects,” Camden says just as another one walks out. He’s gorgeous, and based on the way he carries himself, he knows it. He’s wearing tight, dark jeans, with sleek black boots, and a white tank top under his cut. Every available space from his fingers to his jaw is covered heavily in ink, a large Medusa tattoo covering his neck and chest. His nose is pierced with a small hoop, and I have to actively hide how attractive he is. He shouldn’t be at a motorcycle clubhouse; he should be inVogueor on the cover ofRolling Stonewith a guitar.Jesus.
“I’m Axel James, or Wrath. If you need anything, just let me know, but I’m sure Chaos here has you covered.”
“Th-thank you?”
“Why does that sound like a question?” he asks.
“None of you are what I expected.”
“And what did you expect?”
“Bloodthirsty killers who pillage, plunder, and harm,” Camden interrupts. “Enough of the formalities, we’ll be inside. Double patrols, I want constant watch, no one in or out. Do not walk around without your weapons. War is here. We good?”
