“Will everything be okay? I hear what Forge keeps saying. It scares me.”
Forge kept mentioning how pissed off Hank was that she’d double-crossed him. And he believed Luther Grass would try to exact revenge on the Hell’s Slaves. The entire club was on lockdown, the gates shut tight with guards and patrols.
“Hank will never touch you again. You have no idea how hard it was for me letting that charade go on.”
“I hope it’s okay. The only reason I agreed to help was to save the club.”
“The club will never die.”
They got to his bike and Dog swung his leg over it. She climbed on behind him, holding him tight.
She wouldn’t tell him, but she worried about the future. There was something about Hank that made shivers crawl up her spine. He made her feel small. His hatred for the Hell’s Slaves was intense and she doubted he’d let all this die, even if Grass had been a hardcore criminal. The evidence Forge and Dog had was probably the only reason neither of those jerks had acted yet.
They arrived back at the club in the dead of night. The spotlights highlighted the large gates. Dog set one foot down and revved his engine. The gates began to open.
She noticed something white in the darkness, and she pointed.
Dog rode to the right side of the gate and plucked the envelope pinned on the outer gate. He opened it as she watched over his shoulder. It was a photoshopped picture of a gravestone with her name etched on the rock. It had the words club whore for life written under her name. Her heart dropped.
He turned his head. “This means nothing.”
Dog parked the bike then stormed over to the gate with the letter in his hand. “Who the fuck was on the gate the past few hours?”
The boys kept pointing fingers. Redneck showed up when the arguing got loud.
“This was on our gates. That prick cop was able to get that close with not one of you assholes noticing?”
They passed around the letter.
She didn’t get too close, but when Dog punched Ghost in the face, she knew he must have been on guard duty.
Even within the safety of the club, a new fear trickled through her system. They couldn’t hide her forever. Dog couldn’t be by her side twenty-four seven. Hank had gotten right to their gates, sending her a calling card, a warning of what was to come.
She’d only just found happiness, and she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to keep it.
Chapter Ten
There was no sign of Grass but that didn’t mean he wasn’t around somewhere. Dog knew he had to keep on looking for him. Hank was still serving on the force, but he’d taken to helping children across the road or visiting the local hospice. He was doing everything he could to appear the law-abiding citizen.
At the moment, they were staying out of his way, but as he straddled his bike and glanced over at the police station, he wanted to do nothing more than burn the place and watch it go up in flames.
With his glasses on, he caught sight of Hank leaving the station, a frown on his fac
e as he climbed into his car.
Forge came out as Dog started up his bike.
“You don’t need to go,” Forge said. “I’ve got a couple of my men tailing him.”
“You think it’s going to be enough?”
“I’ve got the men we need. You’ve got to start learning to trust them.”
He turned to his prez. “Would you trust them with Beth?”
“I trust the entire club with Beth, Dog. You need to learn to do the same.”
He snorted. “It’s not the same when half of the club doesn’t even want to be around her.” He ran a hand down his face. “I’m going to claim her. I want the club to know she belongs to me.” The ring he’d bought her still burned in his pocket.