Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(186)

“You don’t get it,” the man said. “You really don’t get it.”

“Explain it to me then,” Clutch said, pressing the gun against his skull.

“It’s all over. Everything is over.”

Clutch started saying something, but it was drowned out by the sound of motorcycles roaring into the parking lot.

Dow, Noble, Larkin, and Ford all pulled in, their bikes screaming power and fury. They cut their engines and got off the bikes. Larkin came over to me and wrapped his arms around me.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Two guys,” I said. “Clutch killed one.”

“Damn, man,” Dow said, looking at the body. “Right in the heart. Solid aim.”

I shuddered. There was a lot of blood.

“He says he’s a Rebel,” Clutch said.

Larkin let me go and walked over to the man. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Leeroy,” he said. “Lavoy was my cousin.” He spit onto the ground.

Clutch growled, but Larkin held a hand up.

“Who ordered this?” Larkin asked.

“Go f*ck yourself, you old cunt.”

Larkin nodded, and Clutch bashed him again with his gun. This time Leeroy buckled and dropped over, knocked out.

“Well shit,” Noble said. “The f*cking Rebels tried to kill you two.”

“Pack him up,” Larkin said to Dow. “And get rid of that body.”

“Got it.” Dow got to work right away on the dead body.

“Noble, stitch Clutch up and then follow us to the clubhouse. I’m taking Janine back.”

“Got it,” Noble said.

“Fuck that,” Clutch cut in. “I want to talk to this f*cking cunt some more.”

“You will,” Larkin said, “soon enough. Let’s get him back and then see what he tells us.”

Clutch grunted but didn’t fight.

“Come on, Janine.” I followed Larkin over to his bike and we climbed on. “You okay?” he asked me.

“I am, thanks to Clutch.”

Larkin nodded. “We owe him a lot, don’t we?”

“Yeah, we do.”

He fired up the bike and we headed back toward the club.

I owed Clutch a lot. I owed him my life twice over, and probably even more than that. Dow could handle the dead body, and Noble and Clutch would get that Rebel f*ck back to the clubhouse.

And then we’d find out what the hell was really going on.

Fear was running down my spine, but I could barely feel it. I was in shock, probably from what I had witnessed.

But I owed Clutch everything. That was all I could think about. No matter what, I owed Clutch, and I was going to pay him back, someday, somehow.





30





Clutch





After my f*cking face got stitched up, Dow came back with a truck. We helped pile the dead body into it, and he headed out to dump the thing out in the desert where it would never be found.

Meanwhile, Noble shoved the Rebel into the back of their van. He got into the driver’s seat and rolled down the window. “Meet me at the club,” he said. “I’ll send some guys back for my bike.”

“Got it.” He pulled out and I got onto my own bike, kicking it to life.

My f*cking face was aching, but I was too angry to feel it. This whole thing had gotten f*cked faster than I could have imagined, and yet Janine still thought she was really going through with this marriage.

Truth was, after this little f*cking stunt, that marriage was done. I didn’t know what Larkin was thinking, but a direct attempt on his daughter’s life by the club he was trying to patch over basically meant the deal had to be off.

But we still had questions, lots of f*cking questions. Fortunately for us, we had someone to ask.

I rode back to the clubhouse and parked outside. The place was mostly empty, which was surprising for one in the morning. Larkin must have cleared it out. I climbed off the bike and spotted Noble pulling the van around the back. I headed over and watched as he pulled it into the alley.

“Help me with him,” Noble said, climbing out.

I opened the back door to the clubhouse and then slid the van door open. Noble came around and grabbed the guy’s feet, yanking him toward us. I grabbed his arms, and together we carried the heavy bastard inside.

The weapons locker was just down the hall. The door was already open, so we carried the f*ck right in there. Larkin was leaning up against the wall, and there was a single chair in the middle of the room.

“Place him there, boys,” he said. We managed to get the guy upright and sitting in the chair, and Noble began to tie him up.

I walked over to Larkin. “How is she?”

“Better,” he said.

“You know the f*cking wedding is off now, right?”

Larkin gave me a look. “Let me worry about that.”

“Come on, prez,” I said. “The f*ckers tried to kill her. She’ll never be safe, married or not.”

“I know,” he said softly. “Shit got f*cked faster than I expected.”

“So let’s finish it.”

“We talk to him first. Then we’ll decide.”

I nodded reluctantly. “Fine. Where is she?”