The Biker's Dirty Little Secret (Straight to Hell MC 2)

Copper scanned both men, but they were clean.

“What’s this about?” asked Tank.

This time, Lord stood up, both hands on the desk. “We’re searching for a fucking club rat, and I’m looking at him right now. Odds say it’s one of you two.”

“Fuck no!” Tank shouted.

“Don’t look at me,” Whisky said.

Lord glanced at Copper. The resident tech wiz was inked to the nine. A reclusive but deadly motherfucker. “The bikes.”

“Right. Let’s head outside, boys.”

The bright light of the afternoon sun glistened off the chrome. Before Copper even finished scanning, his sensor was going off. He got down on his back, reaching up under the fender. When he sat back up, he had a small device in his hand.

He’d taken it off Tank’s bike.

Even though Tank was bigger than Lord, the prez grabbed him by the shirt and practically dragged him back to his office. He shoved him inside, and Tank barely kept his footing.

Brick slammed the door shut, leaving just the three of them.

“I trusted you,” Lord said. He turned and punched him in the jaw, a spray of blood coating his white t-shirt. He shook out his fist.

“I’m not a rat.” Tank held out a hand. “I know what this has to be about.”

“Then let’s hear it before I get really angry.”

“I went out last night looking for the Skull Nation hideout. There was this slut at the gas station, so I took her to a hotel for the night. I fucked her three times and she left first thing in the morning.”

“I don’t need to hear about who you fuck,” Lord said. “You keep that shit to yourself.”

Tank scrubbed a hand down his face. “When I looked out the window, I saw her get on the back of a Skull Nation bike. There were three of them, so I didn’t want to act alone.”

“So you were targeted?”

“I can’t say for sure, but if there was a tracker on my bike, I’m thinking yes.”

Lord paced. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I know. I know.”

“You have plenty of pussy around here, for fuck’s sake.” Lord ran a hand through his hair. Brick could tell the tension was easing.

“You didn’t think to tell me?”

“I followed them at a distance. They wanted the upper hand, but I found out where they’re staying.”

Brick put two and two together. “If the bitch put the tracker on him today, then we still have a rat. Someone gave Skull Nation information when you first brought Ally here. It’s more than a tracker and going on longer than one day.”

Lord ordered them both out.

He knew something had upset his prez, but he did as asked and left his office. They’d definitely be paying the Skull Nation a visit soon.

****

“Why the rush?” Callie asked.

“I don’t have a lot of time. If I know him at all, Lord will call a meeting tonight.”

She didn’t even want to know. Life in a motorcycle club was constant chaos, but somehow, they always handled things. Even though she’d been around for a while now, she still appreciated all the little things, from having all she could eat to not smelling piss in the stairwells. She expected the worst, but this place was worlds better than where she’d come from. Most of all, she felt safe with Brick. Loved. This was where she belonged, and just imagining going back to her old life gave her chills.

She wrapped her arms around his waist as they drove off on his Harley. His abs were hard and ripped with muscle, so she couldn’t help but slip her hands under his shirt as they drove. His skin felt warm.

Callie rested her head against Brick’s back, so in love with him. She just needed to get used to him coming and going at odd hours and heading off on dangerous rides every now and then. He said he was loyal to her, so she needed to trust him. It was a challenge to keep her jealousy and nerves at bay, but she was trying her best.

They slowed down near the small town. She used to walk there from work when she didn’t have cab money. It was only a blip on the map but the only place she ever frequented. They passed the restaurant Brick had taken her to on their first date. He was replacing all her bad memories with new, happy ones.

He entered the mall and parked his bike. Once he cut the engine, she immediately asked why they were there.

“There must be a list a mile long you keep telling me about. This is your chance to get everything you need. There’s a good chance we’ll be on lockdown soon, so I want you comfortable.”

She didn’t ask any questions because she didn’t want to hear the answers. Instead, she just took the offer at face value. What could be wrong with shopping?