Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

“No. No. I… I need to come over,” I said, unable to think of anything but having someone to comfort me right that moment.

“What happened?”

“I was caught. Sort of. I was attacked and I… I think I ran someone over. After one of the dogs mauled him. I… I need to see you.”

“Jesus Christ. Yeah. Come over to my place. I will meet you there. We can figure all this out.”

I had no idea, at the time, that figuring it out would somehow lead me back to that hot biker guy.

But not a few hours later, that was exactly where I found myself.

At the doorstep of his biker clubhouse.

Beaten and bruised.

With a car full of stolen dogs.

CHAPTER FIVE

Remy

The party was raging.

Liquor, booze, music, food, and a crush of people we hadn’t had since before Huck shacked up with Harmon.

It was good for everyone’s spirits.

Well, everyone’s but mine, I guess.

“They’re playing strip poker out in the backyard, and you’re in her sulking,” Teddy said, coming up behind me in his slacks, button-up, and bowler cap. “What’s her name?” he asked, giving me a knowing look.

“There is no one,” I insisted. Because, technically, there wasn’t. I’d met a stranger for five minutes. That was it. I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me.

“No? Because Alaric mentioned a someone. A redheaded someone.”

“He was mistaken, I insisted, starting toward the kitchen.

“So if said redheaded woman were to show up on your doorstep in, say, twenty seconds, you would be indifferent,” he said in such a strange tone that I paused. “Oh, fuck,” he added, worry slipping into his voice, making me turn on my heel to look where his gaze was fixed.

And it was toward the door.

Where a bruised and bloody Lark was hobbling up, her body hunched over to the side in a familiar way.

A bruised or busted rib.

Which went along with the damage on her face.

Her gaze lifted, landing on me immediately, and her eyes immediately went glassy.

“Who did this to you?” I hissed before she let out a whimpering sound and waved down at her body.

Which was clad in all black once again.

“Oh,” I said, exhaling hard.

“I need help,” she declared as the first tear escaped to slide down her bruised cheek.

“Okay. It’s okay. Come in,” I demanded, waving her in.