Chapter Eleven
Bentley
The other day my sister let it slip that Brynn’s boyfriend was going to pop the question. Just hearing that made my chest burn with a rage that I didn’t even know I had in me. She was going to have someone else’s last name. She was going to spend the rest of her life with that fucking dick, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I look around the empty fucking room that I’ve been staying in at the Seattle charter. The walls are still just as fucking plain as the day I moved in here. Thoughts of staying here sounded worse and worse by the day, especially now that I could lose my shot at Brynn for good.
Once she marries him, there is no fucking way she’d think twice about me.
I tried like hell to forget her with that Michelle chick from the club, but every time I fucked her, it was like fucking Brynn all over again. She was mad when I ended things with her six months ago, but the clingy shit she was trying to pull wasn’t my style. There is only one woman I’d ever want to lock down and she sure the hell wasn’t it.
Brynn Samson. The one thing I couldn’t quit if I wanted to. My body has craved her all this time. Never letting me go too long without a thought of what she felt like riding my dick in the back of that damn club two years ago.
I run my hand over my face and sigh. The only way to get her not to marry the prick is to head back. Gunner always knew this was temporary after he forced me to tell him why the fuck I was hiding out here. He didn’t give a rat’s ass I was here, he just wanted the truth. Plus, I’m sure my old man called him to find out the story.
I didn’t give my father a reason for my departure, or when I was coming back, so I’m sure he was curious himself.
Grabbing the clothes I had stashed in the dresser, I pack everything into my bag and walk out into the clubhouse where the guys are sitting at the bar. Walking over to Gunner, I put my hand on his shoulder and take a deep breath. He turns his head and looks at me before he really looks at me.
“You’re heading back.” It’s not a question. He knew I would eventually and two years away is a long fucking time to be away from my brothers.
“Yeah. I have some shit I need to deal with back in Vegas. Thank you for everything man.” I reach out a hand, and he takes mine, shaking it before pulling me in for a hug.
“You need anything, call. You know I got your back brother.” I nod my head and thump him on the back a few times.
“Give that little girl a kiss for me and tell Case I love her.” He nods, not saying anything else. I salute the brothers and make my way over to Johnny, hugging him as well.
“Come back anytime.”
“Thanks, Johnny.” I clap him on the shoulder once before I pull away and head for the door. I take one last look at the room on men before nodding and walking out without another word.
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The ride back to Vegas is long as fuck. By the time I’m on the outskirts of town, my phone has been ringing off the damn hook. I park on the side of the highway and pull it out to see half a dozen missed calls from Dom. When I hit his contact, it rings a few times before his voicemail picks up. I do this a few more times, but he never answers.
Groaning, I dial the number to the bike shop and hold my breath. I know she’ll answer, and it will be like taking a gut shot from one of my brothers, but I need to find out what Dom needs.
“Wayward Cycles, how can I help you?” Her sweet voice is like music to my ears, and my dick gets hard. It doesn’t take me much with her. I walked around with a hard-on every fucking day that I saw her.
“I need to talk to Dominic,” I grunt out. I hear her intake of breath as if she recognized my voice, but I don’t say anything to her.
“Can I ask who is calling?” Her voice is a little lower than when she answered. Instead of being nice to her like I should, I get frustrated with how I feel about the leggy blonde, and I come off ruder than I was going for.
“Just get me Dominic.”
I hear her huff out, and I let out the breath I was holding. She doesn’t deserve me being a dick, but talking to her is only making my feelings for her come back full circle. I thought that two years away would make that shit go away, but clearly, I was dead fucking wrong. It only cements the thought of coming back to get her to leave that tool she’s with.
“Yeah?” Dom asks when he gets on the phone. I can hear the sounds of the shop in the background so I can imagine that he is on the phone in the shop and not the office where Brynn is.
“Why the fuck are you blowing up my phone like I’m your damn prom date?” I ask with a grin on my face. One thing I love is fucking with my big brother. Ever since he met Coley, he’s been a pussy. She’s got him by the balls and all but drags him around.
“Fuck you,” he bites out. “I called because shit’s getting strained here. We need you to head home.” I run my hand through my hair and sigh. I never told them I was headed home, so it should be a fun little exchange.
“You have plenty of guys. I won’t make that much of a difference,” I state, seeing if I can get some information out of him.
“We need you, Bentley. You know I wouldn’t call if it weren't true.” I guess he isn’t lying about that. They’ve let me stay gone this long.
“Fine. What do you need me for?” I question.
“Someone is trying to move in on the strip club. We need to get that shit on lock, and since you were the one who was the mastermind on that shit, I need you to come handle it. You know that business better than anyone here.”
The strip club. Fuck, I forgot all about that damn place. I converted it from some dive place to what it was today and hired Sadie to run the shit for the most part. She runs her side business out of it most nights, and that’s how I used to get the companionship I wanted when I didn’t find anything at the BDSM clubs.
My old man was the only one who knew about the deal for the longest time until some shit went down and the word came out that Sadie was running her girls out of the club as well. Some tempers flew, but my old man convinced everyone that it was a good move on our part. We didn’t need to do much for them, and I think he liked that. It was self-sufficient, to say the least.
“Shouldn’t be a problem. You know who it is?” The cars and trucks continue to fly by me as I stand in the sun waiting for this fucker to finish this shit so I can get on the road again. Part of me is dying to see Brynn and the other part is hating the thought of being back in Nevada.
“No, but I have an idea.” Before he can say another word, a line of bikes catches my attention. I mumble that I have to go and pocket my phone, not giving a shit that I just hung up on my brother.
As they pass me, I see one by one as they look at me. Their patches are ones that I haven’t seen before, and that makes me wonder if we gave them permission to ride through our territory. We typically only let our friendlies through these parts.
Once they pass me, they pick up speed, and I start my engine and pull out in front of a few cars that were coming up behind them. I stay behind them for a few miles before they make all the right turns towards the clubhouse. I stay a ways back when they pull into the parking lot of Wayward Cycles.
Who the fuck are these assholes and why are they in our territory?
I hear my brother ask them what the hell they are doing there and their response about us having something they want. Then I hear my old man’s voice. He sounds pissed as fuck, so I start my engine and start towards the clubhouse. As soon as I pull in the lot, all heads turn to me.
I park my bike next to the door of Wayward Cycles and see that they are blocking someone. As I get off my bike, I eye the guys standing before my brothers. They remind me of wannabe bikers that think they are hot shit and try to go up against us. They never win and I sure as hell won’t let them come in and try to take what we’ve built.
“Who the fuck are you?” I growl. I stand next to Dom and try not to notice that Brynn is standing behind him.
“Your worse nightmare kid,” he grins at me, and I roll my eyes.
“You look like a pussy. So why don’t you just get the fuck out of here and find someone else to try and intimidate.” Before he can say something, the clubhouse doors open and Severye comes running out. He runs right toward the guys on bikes, and I see movement from behind me.
The douche that looks like he is in charge watches my nephew as he comes running, and then his eyes lock on Brynn as she grabs him before he can go past us. Just as the biker tries to move closer to Brynn, I move in front of her and put my hand on his chest, stopping his movement.
“Stay the fuck away from my family.” I’m now the only thing between my nephew, Brynn, and this piece of shit.
A wicked grin spreads over his lips, and I know that he has a new target and Brynn and I are it. Brant moves from beside me and grabs Brynn around the waist and picks up his kid, ushering them toward the clubhouse when the doors open again. “Inside now,” he barks out to whoever it is that is now coming out.
I hear my sister’s voice, but he probably pushes her ass inside with him.
“Don’t worry; I’ll be back for what’s mine,” he says as he tries to push me away. I don’t budge, and I can see the amusement in his eyes. I don’t know who the fuck this asshole is, but I’m going to kill him.
He starts to walk away, and his little bitches follow him. We don’t move until they pull out of our lot. As they head off down the street, Dom slaps me on the back. “That was some good fucking timing. I didn’t expect you until at least tomorrow.”
I chuckle, still staring at the road just outside the clubhouse fence. “I was already right outside of town when I saw those clowns ride past me while I was talking to you. I followed them and tried to get a read on this situation before I came in.”
“Good thing kid. Good to have you home.” My old man pulls me in for a hug, and I hug him back. As much as I liked being away, this is what I missed. I missed my blood.
“I bet Brynn is scared shitless. You want me to handle her?” Dom asks. I shake my head no. I can deal with her, plus I’m going to have to warn her about what might happen. Fucking shit. And here I thought that I would have a little time before I had to address anything with that damn woman.
We start to make our way into the clubhouse, and a truck pulls into the parking lot. Dom groans from beside me, and when I turn to look, it’s some dude I’ve never seen before. “You know him?” I ask, grabbing the door to pull it open.
“Yeah, Brynn’s new fiance.” I suck in a breath and yank the door open harder than necessary. I storm through the damn place and see Brynn sitting on a bar stool with her bag in her arms as she stares at the ground.
Walking straight up to her, I put my hands on either side of her and lean in close. When she sees that it’s me, she pulls back, and her eyes widen. She goes to say something, but nothing comes out.
“We need to talk.” Her wide eyes don’t change, and I don’t know what is running through her head right now. She barely nods her head in, I don’t know, acceptance. I need to get her out of here before that douche of a fiance comes in here and tries to sweep her away. I reach out a hand, and she stares at it for a second before she grabs it and lets me lead her away.
I drag her through the clubhouse until we come to my room. I unlock the door and push her inside before shutting it behind me, locking the door. My brothers will do their best to keep the douche bag fiance away until I’m done with what I need to do now.