Page 63 of My End

My fist shot forward before he could blink.

Kevin reeled back and stumbled into the keypad post.

I didn’t wait; I reached past him and slammed the override button.

The gate stuttered, then began its slow slide open.

Kevin shoved off the post, but a sound stopped him—and me —in our tracks.

The unmistakable roar of motorcycles.

A black sedan came into view first, leading the pack, and parked at the gate that was opening.

And behind it, six riders wearing black cuts pulled in.

The Iron Fiends had arrived.

My brothers.

The gate hadn’t even finished opening when the sedan slid to a stop in front of us.

The back door opened, and out steppedLeo Banachiin a sharp black suit, looking every bit like the ghost you prayed never showed up on your doorstep. Beside him,Brynnclimbed out in a long coat hiding her curves and sunglasses masking whatever plan she had burning behind her eyes.

Kevin staggered back a few steps. “What the fuck?”

The bikes fanned out behind the car. Yarder took the lead, face stoic, unreadable, but his eyes locked on mine with laser focus. Dice pulled up next to him, then Cue Ball, Throttle,Smoke, and Pirate, each one scanning the area, the gate, and then me.

Kevin reached for his walkie again. I stepped in, knocking it from his hand.

“Not today.”

Leo adjusted his cufflinks. “Kevin, was it?” His voice was cool, bored. “You can run back inside and warn Boone and Gibbs that their little party’s over. Or we can do it for you.”

Kevin looked ready to shit himself.

Yarder cut his engine and climbed off the bike. He strode straight for me.

“You good?” he asked, voice low.

“We’re good.” I nodded. “Tilly’s with me. She’s why I’m still alive.”

His gaze flicked to her, then back to me. “Then she’s ours now, too.”

Dice dismounted. “Stretch, you’re a fucking sight for sore eyes.”

I grinned and realized how good it was to see the club. “You have no idea.”

Yarder clapped a hand on my shoulder. “We’ve got a lot to talk about. But first, let’s get you two out of here.”

“What the hell is she holding?” Throttle asked.

Tilly clutched the canvas to her chest. “I’m not leaving without this.”

Throttle held up his hands. “I’m not saying you need to leave it, doll; I was just wondering what the hell it was.”

Leo’s driver got out of the car, and Leo snapped his fingers toward Tilly. “Murphy, take that from her and put it in the trunk.”

The guy nodded and moved to Tilly. Tilly moved toward me warily.