Page 6 of Rebel (The Royal Harlots MC #7)

They drove to the club in complete silence—Rebel, with her arms crossed over her ample chest. God, she was beautiful, but he had a feeling that was the last thing she’d want to hear from him right now.

Just thirty minutes earlier, he was betting that if his cell phone hadn’t rung, he would have gotten his chance with her.

Now, his chance was blown, and all he could do was think about their next move.

If Ryder was flying them somewhere, then things would have been more serious than he thought they were, and that scared the hell out of him.

He pulled into the bar’s parking lot and around to the back.

He quickly looked around to make sure that no suspicious people were hanging around who shouldn’t be, and Rebel seemed to do the same.

Maybe she was looking for that asshole stalker of hers, but Kirk was the last person Bolt was concerned about.

He might be a nuisance, but the Dead Rabbits were a clear and present danger.

If they caught up to the two of them, they’d be dead.

Kirk was someone he could handle. He just hated how nervous the guy seemed to make Rebel.

“Come on,” he said. He got out of the truck and met Rebel, taking her hand into his own. There was no way that he was going to give her the chance to take off on him, even if he had to hold onto her tight.

He led the way back to Savage’s office, and she looked him over as though he had lost his mind.

“I thought that you had a meeting,” she insisted.

This was where things were going to get a little slippery.

She wasn’t going to like being kept in the dark, but there was no other way to do any of this without spooking her.

“I do have a meeting, and you’re going to stay in here while I go to it. I won’t be long,” he said, letting go of her hand to head for the door.

“You can’t just lock me back here in this office and expect me to stay like a puppy,” she insisted.

“If I have to have one of the guys fucking sit on you, I will,” he admitted.

He needed to figure out their next move, and keeping her in the dark, although a bad idea, was his only option.

Jace warned him that she wouldn’t take well to being moved again, and having to deal with her arguments right now wasn’t an option.

She took a step toward him, as though challenging him to make her stay put, as he told her to do.

He didn’t back down, closing the distance between them.

His heart felt as though it might beat out of his damn chest. She was standing so close to him.

Bolt’s lips were just a breath away from hers, and his world narrowed down to the smell of his leather cut and her strawberry lip gloss.

God, he wanted to lick all that gloss off her sexy lips.

Just one more second, and he knew that he’d give in to everything that he wanted to take from her, and so much more.

He dipped his head to take what he longed for when the door to Savage’s office swung open.

“Savage wants everyone up front,” one of the prospects said.

Bolt stiffened, a curse low under his breath.

His hand was on her hip, fingers flexing as though he hated the thought of letting her go.

A part of him wished that she would shove him away and take the interruption as her escape.

Instead, she was clinging to his cut as though unwilling to break the spell that he had her under.

So much for keeping his hands to himself.

“Did you hear what I just said?” the prospect asked, standing in the doorway, watching the two of them.

“Yeah, now beat it,” Bolt ordered. He tore his gaze from hers, his jaw tight, before leaning in close enough to let his lips ghost the corner of her mouth—almost a kiss that had him wanting to take more from her.

“This isn’t finished,” he growled, rough and certain, like a promise and a threat all at once.

“Now, stay fucking put, Rebel,” he said.

“Or I’ll tie your ass to the chair until our meeting is over.

” Bolt walked out to the noise of the Bastards and Harlots shouting over each other, leaving Rebel pressed up against Savage’s desk, still breathless, furious, and, if he wasn’t mistaken, completely turned on.

The bar smelled faintly of leather and smoke; the long table that they all sat around was scarred from years of use.

Savage sat at the head, his heavy ring tapping against the wood as the others settled in.

Bolt dropped into a chair, the weight of Rebel’s fear still hanging on him as guilt consumed him for locking her in Savage’s office during their meeting.

Banshee leaned forward, elbows on the table, her green eyes sharp.

“She can’t stay here. Not with the Dead Rabbits sniffing around Huntsville.

They’ll hit every safe house in reach once they get a lead on her.

” The Harlot’s Prez was right. Bolt had intel from one of his guys in the FBI that they were kicking in doors all over the city looking for him and Rebel.

He just hoped like hell that Jace was lying low somewhere safe.

Savage nodded. “So where do we send them?” he asked. Ryder and Banshee looked at each other as though trying to decide where to send Bolt and Rebel on their next vacation.

“I know a place,” Banshee said. “It’s in Minnesota, though.

It’s a cabin off a logging road up North with nobody around for miles.

My husband and I had to stay there for a bit while we were on the run from the Dead Rabbits.

It belongs to an old friend who owes me quite a few favors.

I can have it well stocked, it’s already secure, and it’s nice and quiet.

They’ll never think to look there.” Bolt had heard bits and pieces about how Banshee came to America looking for her older brother, Cillian, when her then-boyfriend went missing.

She knew that the Bastards were a good place to start looking for her brother, and when she found him there, they pledged to help her out.

The Dead Rabbits had followed her to America and were also looking for her boyfriend.

It was a whole ordeal, but everything worked out in the end.

Hell, she even started the Royal Harlots, so it was a win for the club.

Their sister club was amazing, and the Ol’ladies really liked having their own club to belong to.

Bolt hated the thought of running Rebel farther away from Jace, but he knew Banshee was right. Huntsville was already a hot spot for the Dead Rabbits. “How do we get there without bringing hell with us?” he asked.

Ryder spoke up from the end of the table, arms folded. “We fly. I can have the bird fueled and ready to take off in an hour. I can get you from Huntsville up to Minnesota before anyone’s the wiser. We’ll leave no tracks, and no trails.”

The men and Banshee exchanged looks, the decision settling in like a weight. Savage broke the silence. “Then it’s set. Bolt will take Rebel North, and Ryder will get them there. Banshee, you and one of the girls need to go fill her in—she’ll hear it easier from you.”

Banshee barked out her laugh. “I don’t think that’s the truth,” she said.

“You guys are just a bunch of pussies afraid of Jace’s sister, but I can handle this.

I’ll take Winter with me,” Banshee said with a short nod.

“She’s calm and steady. Rebel won’t feel like we’re railroading her, as she would with you three yahoos telling her what to do. ”

Bolt leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. Rebel wasn’t going to like being uprooted again. She was already jumpy, already raw from Kirk showing up in the parking lot earlier. But he’d rather have her pissed than dead.

“There is something else you need to know,” Bolt said before Banshee left the table.

“She’s got a stalker, and the asshole followed her here.

We saw him in the parking lot earlier. He’s an older guy with gray hair, and his name’s Kirk.

Can you keep an eye out for him? I don’t know if he’s dangerous or not, but it’s better to be on the safe side with these things. ”

“Does she know this guy?” Banshee asked. This was the part that he didn’t want—a whole lot of questions from everyone about how Rebel knew her stalker. He understood why she hadn’t filled out the paperwork to put in a restraining order against him.

“She does, but I’d like to leave it at that,” Bolt said. “It’s her story to tell, not mine.”

“We can hold down things here,” Savage said. “Just keep her alive, Bolt. That’s your only job now. Jace is counting on you.” He was well aware of the fact that his best friend was counting on him to keep Rebel alive.

Bolt met his Prez’s stare and gave him a short, firm nod. “I won’t let anything happen to her,” he promised.