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have left because there was no one in fucking sight. I knew how the Feds thought, and I could spot one from a mile away. There wasn’t one to be found.
I pulled over to the side of the road and called Miles. “Get your ass outside. There’s no tail.”
“They’re coming to get me,” he muttered and, suddenly, the realization dawned on me.
The son of a bitch was tweaking and he was tweaking hard. He probably had no fucking idea where he was. I had thought he was done with that shit. Nick was two seconds away from kicking his ass out of the club a few years ago unless he got his shit together. Just because Nick died, it didn’t give him a goddamned invitation to start using again.
“If you don’t get your fucking ass out into this parking lot, I will kill you myself.”
“I don’t want to die, man.”
“Which is why you’re going to listen to me and do exactly what I tell you to. You listening?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m listening.”
“Walk out the side door and go right to your bike. Don’t look at anyone, and sure as hell don’t talk to anyone. You’re going to get on your bike, turn right out of the parking lot, and meet me at the corner. Got that?”
“But they’ll kill me.”
“They’re not going to kill you. I have your back like I always do. I won’t let them. Now, hang up and do what I said.”
“You got my back?”
“Yes, I got your back.” The line went dead and I kept my eyes fixated down the road, waiting for Miles to pull out onto the street and come toward me. I just hoped the bastard was capable of walking out of there without causing a scene and getting on his bike without fucking crashing it.
“Come on, you fucking bastard.”
After what felt like forever, the rev of an engine echoed through the night, and Miles flew out of the parking lot like a fucking lunatic. I waved my hand at him, but he went by in a blur of black and chrome.
“Son of a bitch.” I hopped on my bike and took off after him. My bike hit ninety as I tried to catch up, but he kept pulling on me, dipping in and out of streets. He had a fucking death wish tonight, and I swore to God, when I caught up to him, I was going to crack him across the fucking face.
We made it back to Black Hills in record time, and we did ninety-five down Main Street. Stanson was going to have our asses if he got wind of this. So much for keeping this whole fucking mess under the radar.
Miles whipped into the parking lot of the clubhouse and cut his engine. He hopped off his bike, and took out his gun, pointing it toward me.
I eased the bike to a stop, removed my helmet and held my hands up. “Miles, put the gun down.”
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“No, I’m not. You’re my brother. Brothers don’t kill each other. We protect each other. Now, give me the damn gun.”
“How do I know you’re not one of them?”
Annoyance and frustration burned through me. I should had been having sex right now with a beautiful girl, not talking my best friend down from blowing my fucking brains out. When I left him earlier today, he was fine. A little boozed up, but nothing out of the norm. What the fuck happened between then and now?
“Look at me,” I said to Miles, eyeing the gun in his hands. “You know me. I’m not one of them. I’m one of you. We’re on the same side, fighting for the same damn thing. Now, give me the gun.”
I held my hand out and stepped forward slowly. Miles, shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, looking around the parking lot like his whole world was about to implode.
“Do you hear them?”
“There’s no one there.”
He swung his hand wide and spun to the left. “Die, you bastard!” he screamed and fired his gun.
Fuck! With no choice left, I ran at him, grabbing his wrist with the gun and taking him down to the ground. We hit with a thud, and he struggled against me, refusing to loosen his grip on the gun.
“They’re going to kill me!” he screamed over and
I pulled over to the side of the road and called Miles. “Get your ass outside. There’s no tail.”
“They’re coming to get me,” he muttered and, suddenly, the realization dawned on me.
The son of a bitch was tweaking and he was tweaking hard. He probably had no fucking idea where he was. I had thought he was done with that shit. Nick was two seconds away from kicking his ass out of the club a few years ago unless he got his shit together. Just because Nick died, it didn’t give him a goddamned invitation to start using again.
“If you don’t get your fucking ass out into this parking lot, I will kill you myself.”
“I don’t want to die, man.”
“Which is why you’re going to listen to me and do exactly what I tell you to. You listening?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m listening.”
“Walk out the side door and go right to your bike. Don’t look at anyone, and sure as hell don’t talk to anyone. You’re going to get on your bike, turn right out of the parking lot, and meet me at the corner. Got that?”
“But they’ll kill me.”
“They’re not going to kill you. I have your back like I always do. I won’t let them. Now, hang up and do what I said.”
“You got my back?”
“Yes, I got your back.” The line went dead and I kept my eyes fixated down the road, waiting for Miles to pull out onto the street and come toward me. I just hoped the bastard was capable of walking out of there without causing a scene and getting on his bike without fucking crashing it.
“Come on, you fucking bastard.”
After what felt like forever, the rev of an engine echoed through the night, and Miles flew out of the parking lot like a fucking lunatic. I waved my hand at him, but he went by in a blur of black and chrome.
“Son of a bitch.” I hopped on my bike and took off after him. My bike hit ninety as I tried to catch up, but he kept pulling on me, dipping in and out of streets. He had a fucking death wish tonight, and I swore to God, when I caught up to him, I was going to crack him across the fucking face.
We made it back to Black Hills in record time, and we did ninety-five down Main Street. Stanson was going to have our asses if he got wind of this. So much for keeping this whole fucking mess under the radar.
Miles whipped into the parking lot of the clubhouse and cut his engine. He hopped off his bike, and took out his gun, pointing it toward me.
I eased the bike to a stop, removed my helmet and held my hands up. “Miles, put the gun down.”
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“No, I’m not. You’re my brother. Brothers don’t kill each other. We protect each other. Now, give me the damn gun.”
“How do I know you’re not one of them?”
Annoyance and frustration burned through me. I should had been having sex right now with a beautiful girl, not talking my best friend down from blowing my fucking brains out. When I left him earlier today, he was fine. A little boozed up, but nothing out of the norm. What the fuck happened between then and now?
“Look at me,” I said to Miles, eyeing the gun in his hands. “You know me. I’m not one of them. I’m one of you. We’re on the same side, fighting for the same damn thing. Now, give me the gun.”
I held my hand out and stepped forward slowly. Miles, shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, looking around the parking lot like his whole world was about to implode.
“Do you hear them?”
“There’s no one there.”
He swung his hand wide and spun to the left. “Die, you bastard!” he screamed and fired his gun.
Fuck! With no choice left, I ran at him, grabbing his wrist with the gun and taking him down to the ground. We hit with a thud, and he struggled against me, refusing to loosen his grip on the gun.
“They’re going to kill me!” he screamed over and
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