Law Man (Dream Man #3)(133)

The big guy nodded then he was gone.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

“We’re on it,” Tack repeated.

“Oh God!” I cried.

His hands came to my shoulders and squeezed.

“Babe, we’re…on it.”

I stared up into his very, very blue eyes.

“Trust me,” he said softly.

I just kept staring up into his very, very blue eyes.

I didn’t trust bikers. Again unfortunately, I’d known a lot of them and the ones I knew were not trustworthy.

But staring into his eyes, standing there still drunk, totally alive, with bikers going out to take care of my kids, a call being made to my man and not being in a car whisked to the unknown but definitely unsafe with the Russian mob, I trusted him.

So I nodded.

He squeezed my shoulders.

Then he said quietly, “I’ll be back. Stay here.”

I nodded again.

Then he was gone and I was staring at a closed door.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

They Come Outta This Alive, They’re Mine

What was probably fifteen minutes later but felt like fifteen days, the door opened and I turned to see another rough, gruff biker, this one younger, standing in it, hand to the doorknob, eyes on me.

“You come with me,” he ordered then he was no longer in the doorway.

I hurried out of the room after him then hustled down the hall. He turned and I turned with him to see Gwen and LaTanya were standing at the bar in the biker rec room. I also distractedly noted my purse was sitting on the bar.

LaTanya immediately broke away from Gwen and came to me, her face awash with relief at seeing me alive and unharmed. This was quickly followed by concern when she got a good look at my face.

“Honey, are you okay?” she asked, arriving at me and grabbing my upper arms.

“No,” I whispered.

“What’s happening?” she asked.

“Bill,” I answered, still whispering.

Her face scrunched, indicating she got me and was still worried but now also pissed off.

“We got your purse,” she told me softly, her hands giving my arms a squeeze. “But the bad news is, about seven motorcycles rode over your phone. It’s dust.”

Fabulous.

“Yo!” We heard and we both jumped, LaTanya letting me go and turning toward the bar and my eyes going there to see Elvira had popped up from behind it. She had her gaze trained on the young biker who was with us. “You got any vodka?” she asked him.

I stared.

Only Elvira would make herself at home in a motorcycle club’s rec room.

“You don’t find it back there, we don’t got it,” young biker replied.

“You good to do a liquor store run?” Elvira asked and I blinked. “While you’re out, we’ll need Cointreau, cranberry juice and limes too.”

Young biker stared at her like she’d been beamed behind his brothers’ bar straight from Venus.

“Uh…negative,” he eventually replied.

“I don’t do bourbon or tequila,” she informed him.

“I don’t care,” he informed her and she planted a hand on her hip.

Oh boy.

The Attitude.

“We’re in crisis mode and little black dresses. Crisis plus LBDs equals alcohol consumption. Strike that, crisis at all equals alcohol consumption. I gotta keep my girls steady in the face of the unknown and we’re your guests,” she educated him.

“Work with what you got,” he returned and she glared.

Then she muttered, “Tequila shots it is,” and turned to the shelves behind the bar that held a variety of glasses.

I looked at young biker and stated, “I don’t need tequila. I need to know what’s going on.”

“Boys get back, you’ll get briefed,” he replied.

“Do you have any preliminary intel?” Gwen asked and from her words I figured she’d had ongoing commando’s woman lessons.

“Boys get back, you’ll get briefed,” he repeated.

I gave up on him and looked to Gwen. “Where’s Hawk?”

She looked at me and answered, “He dropped us off and then he took off.”

“Does he know what’s going on?” I asked.

“Well, he knows Tack and he knew who those guys were in the cars that were after you so I’m thinking…yeah,” she answered. “Though he didn’t share,” she finished quietly.

Damn.

I moved to her and LaTanya trailed me. “Can you call him?”

“Uh…no, honey, sorry,” she said softly. “When I say he took off, I mean he took off to wade into whatever is going on. And when he’s involved in an operation, I leave him be and let him concentrate.”

This was probably smart.

Still, even knowing hot guy commando Hawk was in play didn’t stop me from shaking which I belatedly realized I’d started doing.

“Elvira, tequila,” LaTanya muttered and I knew she saw me shaking.

Then she grabbed my hand and I looked at her.

“It’s the Russian mob cleaning up Bill’s mess. Tack told me. And I’m not involved, like, at all and they came after me. They’ll go after Bud and Billie.”

“You can’t know that,” she said gently.