Page 12 of Shock

I walkout the door behind Wolf and watch the club give one of our own an escort home. Blaze has been gone for years but just finished his last six months of service with Smokejumpers out in Redding, California.

He’s been offered a position to teach up in Idaho but hasn’t given them an answer yet. I smile as he gets out of the Black SUV and is surrounded immediately.

Wolf stomps over to him, and I see the shift in his shoulders a moment too late.

“Shit,” I go to grab him, but he’s already thrown the punch and nailed Blaze square on the jaw.

“YOU FUCKED MY SISTER!” I cringe at his tone.

“Franklin!” Aspen pushes past me and steps into her brother’s face.

“I fucked him. Get it right, you asshole.” Jesus, and they think I’m the bad influence in the female pool of the club.

I snicker as I walk past the stand-off to check on Blaze.

“You good?” I offer him a hand.

“You punch harder.” I smile at him.

“Damn right, I do. Let me see,” I feel around his jaw and look into his mouth to make sure nothing looks off.

“Shit for brains, but your pretty smile is intact.” I slap his cheek softly, but he says ‘Ouch’ for the shit of it.

A flash of red and blue has us all turning in time to see Malachi pull up in his truck. It’s not until he closes his door that I see the flash of black by the tree line.

“Son of a bitch,” I push Blaze into Aspen and take off around her man’s truck.

I clear the tailgate, and I’m halfway to the tree line before the club realizes I’m chasing someone. The rumble of a bike makes me run faster, but all I see is tail lights when I reach the spot where my mysterious biker is hiding.

“Was that him?” Spark snarls two seconds later as I nod trying to catch my breath.

“Or her,” I bend over at the waist and sigh when the stitch in my side lessens.

“I just installed cameras in this area.” Glitch says while typing into her tablet.

She flips it around and shows us a Timelapse of the security feed. We watch as the biker arrives, gets comfortable, and watches our interaction until they see me approaching.

“That’s a dude or a really big chick. His chest and back are as broad as mine.” Spark’s observation is accurate.

“I got a partial plate.” I look at Glitch and nod as she runs off to check it.

“Come on, let’s go keep the fighting to a minimum.” I glance over my shoulder at the dust cloud the Ducati kicked up while Spark leads me back to the clubhouse.

“Can I get my hug now?” I turn to Blaze and chuckle.

“Sorry, Ollie. Welcome home.” He lifts me off the ground and spins me.

“Why are you chasing after another biker when I’m here now.” I roll my eyes as he drops me back on the floor.

“Because I am not going to be a notch on your bedpost. Besides, I thought you gave up on that game ages ago.” He swears under his breath.

“Wolf is standing behind me, isn’t he?” Blaze nods, and I spin to look up at our President.

“Game?” I place a hand on his chest and try to push, but I don’t get far.

“It’s a private joke. An adolescent dream.” Blaze says, and I hang my head because clearly, his homecoming prize will be a matching black eye to go with the bruise forming on his cheek and jaw.

“How far did you get?” Wolf crosses his arms, and I decide to get out of the way of this train wreck.

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