Honey rushed down the empty hallway towards the front of the clubhouse. A part of him had been hoping that Elle would still be there somehow, standing just outside the door, waiting for him. He shook his head, calling himself a hundred types of foolish at the useless thought. If he knew anything, it was Elle Watson and he would bet any amount of money that just then she was having one of her bouts of anxiety, trying to convince herself that nothing had happened between them, that it was just a moment of weakness, that it didn’t mean anything.
“Fuck that,” he whispered angrily under his breath, at her or at himself he wasn’t sure. But he did know one thing. It sure as hell had happened, and it sure as hell had meant something. A great fucking something, actually.
With a sigh, he fought to tear his thoughts away from Elle and back to the problem at hand, because, as he neared the big double doors that separated the bar from the rest of the clubhouse, he could tell that there was most definitely a problem.
Honey could hear the familiar rumble of anger coming from the main room and he could feel the tension, hanging in the air like a lit fuse even before he pushed open the doors and walked in.
He stopped in his tracks just in front of the door but nobody turned towards him, nobody even noticed he was there at all as he quickly scanned the crowded room full of rowdy drunk bikers, more unfamiliar faces than he cared for. And they were angry. Angry like only a mob could be angry. That irrational rage that feeds off itself like a cancer, growing and growing, wild and out of control, and Honey knew, completely unpredictable. All it would take was one match to have this crowd going off like fireworks.
It was then he noticed it. Everyone’s gaze was locked on whatever was happening in the center of the bar, but at the back of the crowd as he was there were too many people in front of him to see. His view was blocked. It took a little bit of maneuvering, sticking to the outer perimeter until he found a clearing that leant him a view of what was happening, what had captured all of their attention. He drew in a sharp breath when he saw it.
Damn it. He’d been worried about getting the note to Joel before it was too late, but it looked like it already was. Standing there in the middle of the circle of bikers was Joel. He was still sitting on one of the bar stools, looking coolly unconcerned, but Honey knew the man. And he might as well have been a boxer waiting on the balls of his feet, just waiting for the right moment to strike.
Honey could see it in the tense line of his shoulders, the way his eyes moved constantly, always watching, always assessing. He had moved slowly until the bar was at his back. Smart. That way no one could sneak up on him. And if the President of the fucking Dirty Cruisers was worried about someone trying to take him out, Honey was damn near pissing in his pants.
Of course he, like Joel, had learned at a young age to never show fear, to always keep it locked tight inside. Because enemies could always smell fear, like a shark scenting blood in the water. A weakness that could be exploited. And it broke Honey’s heart a little to have to think of his crew, of his family, as enemies. But they were circling now. He didn’t have much of a choice.
“God damn it, Joel,” Honey muttered under his breath as he shifted and he could see who was facing off against their president. He couldn’t say he was surprised in the least to see Viper standing there. His hands clenched into fists, his face red and mottled with anger, and his eyes glaring bloody fucking murder at Joel. Yeah, he was definitely too late.
For a second, Honey wondered how it could have happened. After their old president had retired, Joel had been voted in unanimously as the new leader. He’d proven himself after all the shit that had gone down with that asshole Maurice and the drug shipment gone bad. Hot Wheels had been arrested, and they all had come close to being put away as well.
Most of the details were still unknown to the rest of the crew. Maybe that was why it had been so easy for Viper to manipulate them. Because he knew what had happened six months ago. He had fucking helped them to move the shipment of stolen weed. And then Joel had realized just how profitable the farm was and backed Carla when she took it over.
It had seemed like the perfect solution at the time. A way for them to keep up business as usual and protect the members from getting arrested or getting into trouble with the law again. But Viper had taken it, and twisted it, into something else entirely. Something that served his plan perfectly to overthrow Joel and take over as president himself.
Honey snorted out loud. Viper, as president of the Dirty Cruisers? He’d rather shoot himself in the foot than have to follow orders from that arrogant, self-centered, delusional bastard. And he was delusional if he thought that they would give up without a fight.
Quickly, he scanned the tense crowd until he found them. Tucker, the large man standing just to Joel’s right, shifting from foot to foot as if he wasn’t sure where the first attack would come from, a look of strain on his normally placid face. Carla was right behind him, fear and concern visible in her bright blue eyes even from where Honey was standing. She looked like she wanted to run forward to stand beside Joel but Tucker kept her back with a light touch on her arm. He bent down to whisper something and finally she nodded, firm resolve taking over where the need to fight had just been.
A few feet over, Honey spotted Hot Wheels. She had the same look of readiness that Carla had, but it was tempered with resignation. Unlike Carla, who had only known the crew for less than a year, Hot Wheels had been a member for almost as long as he himself had. And she’d seen fights before, bad fights, but never in the crew itself. Like it was fragmenting from the inside and Honey felt a moment of helplessness because he didn’t know how to stop it. He didn’t know how to stop the only family he’d ever known from tearing itself apart.
The one good thing, Honey thought to himself as a bitter half smile pulled up one corner of his mouth, was that Elle wasn’t there. Knowing her, she would have already jumped right in the middle of this shit show and would be trying to talk them all down, probably using words that none of these assholes would understand and, in the end, causing more trouble than anything else. And the whole time he would be dragging her delectable ass to safety she’d be telling him, in that prim and proper teacher’s voice that she used when she was lecturing, that she had the situation perfectly in control and that he had no right to save her. Again.
He could practically hear her voice in his head and the sound swept through him, distracting him. And knew it was too dangerous to let himself be distracted, so with an effort of will, he pushed thoughts of Elle away, tucking them back in the corner of his mind as he tried to focus on what was happening in front of him. Because he could feel it. He could feel the tension grow even thicker in the bar as everyone seemed to hold their breath. And then he heard it.
The raised voices of Joel and Viper. The angry crowd shifted again and he lost his vantage point, unable to see them he was flying blind and they were too far away and the rumble of the biker’s too loud for him to make out the words. All he could hear was their voices, sharp, tense, and on edge.
With a jolt, Honey pushed through the crowd, the note still crumpled in his fist, forgotten now as he tried to get closer, feeling time start to slow in that odd way that it always does right before something really, really bad is about to happen. Like now. He could feel the tension ramp up even higher, the anger pull tighter like a string on a puppet made to dance and they were all just part of the act.
But this wasn’t a play, this was real, his world, his family, being torn apart right in front of his eyes and he prayed that Joel would be able to figure out some way to stop it from happening. That hope flared for a moment as he finally made it to the front of the crowd and he could see his friend take a step forward, one hand outstretched in a gesture of peace.
“…Listen, Viper. I don’t know what you hope to achieve with this but it’s not going to happen. Not like this.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Joel,” Viper sneered the other man’s name but Joel didn’t even flinch, just kept watching in that collected, cool-headed way he had. Always calm, always in control. And Honey could see that it infuriated Viper.
“Yes I do,” Joel shot back, taking another step forward but stopped with Viper hissed, “I do know. I know this club, I know this crew. Dirty Cruisers is my family. I know every single one of you.” Joel looked around the room as he said this, some of the members looking away, guilt in their eyes, but an alarming number just continued to glare right back. Shit. This wasn’t good. Not good at all.
“No you don’t!” Viper boasted, “I’ve been busy. While you’ve been fucking around at that stupid farm, I’ve been recruiting new members. Members that are loyal to me, not you!” There was a dissatisfied rumble from some of the older members at the man’s irate words. Every biker was loyal to the Dirty Cruisers, loyal to the club itself. Sure, they had leaders and presidents but at the end of the day, it was family first, always.
“God, you really don’t get it, do you Viper?” Joel said, shaking his head in disbelief, “You arrogant prick. You think that you’ll become president and then what?”
“Then I’ll be the leader. Not you. Then they’ll have to listen to what I say and there won’t be any more of this pansy ass talk about going straight and all that bullshit,” Viper spat out, the venom in his words palpable and Honey just shook his head. Joel was right. Viper really didn’t have a fucking clue.
Joel took a menacing step forward and Viper flinched before he could stop himself. Joel smiled, and it was a mean expression that drew across his face.
“You are a fucking moron, Viper. And anyone who follows you is a fucking moron. Anyone who would actually listen to you and think that you know a goddamn bit about what you’re talking about obviously has less going on upstairs than even you and that’s impressive because as far as I can tell, you’re dumb as a box of rocks. But I guess they’d have to be, to believe that you could ever be half the leader that I am–” Joel barely got out the words before Viper’s fist was flying towards him.
Without thinking, Honey was jumping forward into the brawl and it was as if he brought the whole crowd barreling down with him as the rest of the bar erupted into violence.
Well, there goes the fucking match, Honey thought to himself, but then all he could focus on was avoiding the fist that came at him, struggling through the roiling mass until he made it to where Joel was now facing off against two unfamiliar thugs. Wait a minute, one unfamiliar thug. As the taller one turned towards him, a vicious grin split Honey’s face. He knew that asshole. It was Buck, the same guy that had tried to harass Elle.
He didn’t wait to leap forward, a sharp uppercut landing square against Buck’s jaw. He turned to Joel, the same manic smile on his face.
“Just like old times, eh Joel?”
“Shut up, Honey,” his friend shouted between panting breaths as he ducked yet another cheap shot. Viper had seemed to have disappeared into the chaos. “Let’s just try and get out of here with all our limbs attached, got it?”
“Got it, boss.”
“Where’s Carla?” he asked suddenly, distracting Honey enough to allow Buck’s fist to clip his cheek. He cursed, spitting out a little blood before scanning the crowd.
“Tucker’s got her. By the door. Look like he’s holding her back, the little warrior.”
“We have to go Honey,” Joel said suddenly, and he hated the defeat he could hear in his friend’s voice. But he also knew he was right. They were severely outnumbered. Viper had been telling the truth. He really had been busy.
He was about to get out of the fray when he spotted Hot Wheels’ white blonde hair poking up from the middle where the fighting was hottest. Of course she would be in the goddamn middle of the fight, probably holding her own too, if he knew Wheels, but she wouldn’t be able to hold these assholes off for long.
With one last look at where Joel was shoving his way towards the door and Carla, Honey sighed in resignation and took off in the opposite direction, straight towards the belly of the beast.
***
Elle’s hands shook the entire drive home. She hated that they did, but there wasn’t a darned thing she could do about it. She tried meditating, she tried visualizing that she was on a warm, sunny beach somewhere. She tried all the tricks that the therapists and phycologists had taught her to manage her anxiety but she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that this wasn’t just anxiety.
She knew how that felt, had lived with it since she was a child. This was different, and so much worse. Because every time she thought about Honey, her heart did a funny little flip in her chest and butterflies erupted inside of her.
You are being ridiculous, Elle, that voice inside her head said sharply, pull yourself together. You wanted him. And you had him. You would have had him twice if you hadn’t chickened out at the last minute. It was that voice again, the little devilish side of herself that she didn’t truly believe was a part of her.
I did not chicken out, Elle shot back. Great, now he has me arguing with myself! The man was a menace, plain a simple. A menace to her well being and peace of mind. Who wants peace of mind when you can have all that delicious, hard–
Okay, okay, I get it, Elle mentally shouted, He’s hot. And amazing in bed, er, out of bed, um, standing. Whatever! But he’s not what I want. There was a moment of silence as the thought echoed on and on in her head. I don’t believe you.
Well, you are me, so you don’t really have a choice! Elle shook her head at herself. Because the truth was, no matter how much she protested, even to herself, she knew the truth. She knew just exactly how much she had wanted him, no, needed him. She’d said the words out loud and she had meant every single one of them. And that’s what made her hands shake on the long drive back to her house. They were still shaking as she got out of the car and walked up to the door, unlocked the deadbolt and went inside.
She’d been home for barely an hour, drinking tea in front of her fireplace when the sound of a knock at the front door startled her.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” she said irritably as she sloshed the now cooled liquid over the rim of the teacup when she jerked in surprise and quickly blotted the damp stains on the sweatpants she’d changed into. She had taken a shower and changed out of that dress as soon as she’d gotten in. It had gotten her into enough trouble.
Still muttering under her breath, she got to her feet and walked to the front door, wondering who would be knocking at this time of night. Elle grabbed the knob and threw open the door, and froze, staring wide eyed at the last person she expected, although she supposed she should have known better.
Her dark gaze widened even further as she spoke, “What the hell are you doing here?”