“How did you manage to get away?” I asked Tanit, scanning her up and down, making sure there weren’t any bruises I missed.
Her lips curled. “I have a mean-ass right hook. I’m not the only one who’s sporting a bruised eye right now, I can tell you that.”
“Good.” I placed my hands on my hips. “We’re taking you two to the safe house until things settle down.” Fuck, who was I kidding? Things would never settle down until each and every one of those Pythons ate the dirt of their graves.
Trick nodded. “Thanks, Granite.”
“Yeah, don’t mention it. You pack light?”
“We did. We only had time to grab a few things.”
“Good. We’re riding from here. Grab your stuff. We need to head out.”
While Trick and Tanit grabbed their little backpacks from the van, Onyx and I made our way to the bikes.
“Tanit doesn’t seem too roughed up.” Onyx stated the obvious.
“Yeah. She looks okay.”
“She still has the hots for you, though.”
“Jesus, Onyx.”
He smirked. “What? You can smell that pussy from a mile away whenever she’s around you.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Onyx snickered then got on his Harley.
I grabbed my lid, and from the corner of my eye I saw Tanit walk my way. No matter how roughed up she was, it didn’t stop her from sashaying those hips of hers tightly hugged with a pair of leather pants.
She pulled the band from her hair, the brown locks falling over her shoulders. “Can I ride—”
Onyx whistled. “Back here, sweetheart.” He motioned to the back of his bike as he started the engine.
Tanit regarded me with huge question marks swirling in her eyes, but I played the fool, pretending I didn’t know what she was trying to do.
She cleared her throat then sauntered to Onyx, getting on behind him.
With a subtle nod, I thanked my little brother for saving my ass from a very uncomfortable situation. I hated riding with chicks. In fact, no woman had ever had the honor of holding me tight while feeling the power of my Harley between their legs. To me, it was more intimate than fucking. A man’s ride was sacred, and you didn’t invite just anyone along. At least I didn’t. Onyx, on the other hand, really didn’t give a fuck.
He grinned and winked at me, knowing all too well I owed him a fucking favor. Trick joined Dutch, and our wheels hit the asphalt with a loud roar of engines. There was nothing like the rumble of pistons firing, the thunderous sound echoing through the dead of night. It was my favorite time to ride, when the roads were empty, with no other sound than the powerful engine I controlled.
A half hour later, we pulled up the driveway of the safe house, parking our motorcycles at the back.
Tanit got off while Onyx cut the engine, turning toward the house. “Is this ours?”
I didn’t like her use of the word“ours.”It felt wrong.
“Yeah. It belongs to the club.” It was a subtle way of letting her know there was no“ours”in this equation.
Her eyes met mine, her fake lashes so long I could see them through the darkness of early morning.
I cleared my throat and turned to Dutch. “Help the girls settle in.”
He nodded and went inside. Trick followed, but Tanit hesitated, keeping her eyes on me. I’d seen that look far more times than I’d care to admit. It was the same look she’d give me while on her knees, eyes tearing up while her mouth was stuffed with my dick. Funny how that thought no longer appealed to me…at all.
“Go inside, Tanit,” I ordered, not wanting the moment to stretch to the point where it would become uncomfortable.