Page 19 of Unmasked Anarchy (Fallen Sons MC #3)

I grab my phone, dialing Kael as quickly as I can while keeping my eyes on the cops. He answers two rings in.

“Talk.”

“We got company. Cops, about two miles down the road. They’re not moving yet, but I have no doubt they’re about to. You need to get out of there, Kael.”

Silence. Then, “Fuck, get out of there,” and the click of him signing off.

I scan back through the scope. Zane’s already shifted, moving quickly to the truck.

Wolfe’s hand is out of his pocket, finger-pointing and angry.

Things move quickly, something is thrown, and the other crew bolts for their car, all except one, who remains with his gun pointed on Wolfe.

He wants his merch.

I need to create a distraction.

I lean forward, pull the scope tight to my eye, and use the crosshairs to line up the cops’ tires.

I take a deep breath and pull the trigger.

The bullet whizzes out, slamming into the tire and causing the cops to erupt into chaos.

I line up the other car, shooting the tire out on it.

I know they’ll radio for backup, but it will buy the guys some time.

I turn the scope back toward the club.

The bastard in the suit is still shouting at Wolfe, who stands there with his gun out now, too.

The buyer’s hand shakes as he holds his gun, but his eyes never leave the merch bag.

Kael and Knox move quickly, loading the merchandise into the buyer’s van.

After a second, the buyer nods and one of his guys throws a bag of cash at the club.

Then, they’re out of there.

The guys load into the trucks, dirt spitting as they speed away.

I check the cops again, there are two more cars now, and they’re speeding off down the road.

The guys got out of there with mere seconds to spare.

I move quickly now, packing up the rifle and hurrying down the track where I know they’ll be expecting me. It isn’t long before the trucks skid down the road, coming to a stop. Kael jumps out, slams the door, and walks to me, taking my face in his hands. “You good?”

“I shot their tires out, but two more cars arrived. They are going to be hovering around here; you need to lay low for a few hours.”

The rest of the guys get out, and Wolfe pulls out a cigarette, inhaling deep. His fist is clenched by his sides and I know he’s on edge. “Who the fuck tipped them?” Wolfe’s words slap the air, razor-sharp. “No one outside the circle knew.”

“Don’t know, boss,” Talon mutters, lighting his own cigarette. “But whoever it was, they knew exactly where we would be.”

“You think we got a rat?” Knox growls.

“I don’t fuckin’ know,” Wolfe mutters. “But we’re goin’ to find out.”

Zane nods sharply, then turns to me. “You saved our asses. Appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome,” I say, my voice still shaky.

Wolfe looks up, dropping his cigarette down. “We need to move out of sight. They’ll be crawling this whole mountain in ten.”

“Agreed,” Talon nods. “We split up, take different roads.”

“Keep to the back roads,” Wolfe agrees. “You see any cops, you pull over and cut the engine. Don’t care if you have to sit there for three hours, you don’t get found.”

They all nod in agreement.

I get in the truck with Kael and Zane again, and we take off.

The question lingers heavy in the air though ...

Who sold them out?

~*~*~*~*~*~

“N EED EXTRA EYES ON the warehouse. If the cops are scopin’ us out, they could follow any of us out there and blow this whole thing up,” Wolfe murmurs, leaning back in his chair with Mera on his lap, lighting a joint.

“I’ll get onto security,” Talon nods, sharply, his hand on Nia’s thigh. “Make sure we are covered out there.”

“Send two guys out—I want extra people on guard,” Wolfe goes on. “Zane and Knox can do first round. Take the prospect.”

I sit next to Kael, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh as we sit around the bar, trying to unwind from the day’s events. Somehow, the cops knew what was going on, and because of that, the club is now on their radar and that means they will be tracking their every move.

It is a big problem.

I can’t help but wonder if Gage was somehow involved, though I’m not certain how the hell he would have known about the drop.

Something isn’t adding up. Maybe they’re right, maybe they do have a rat.

God knows we have had a few in Gage’s club over the years.

More often than not, it’s because they make a deal with the cops.

Do the cops have leverage on someone here?

Do they know about the trading the club does?

Something doesn’t make sense.

“Nothin’ happens in this club without it runnin’ past me,” Wolfe mutters. “I want to know fuckin’ everything. Mostly, I want to know who the hell sold us out.”

Everyone is silent.

What is there to say?

“Come on.” Kael gets up, finishing his beer in a single hit. “Need to clear my head.”

He looks at me, and I feel those hot eyes sliding up my bare arms, snaring on the bruises left last night. He’s got a way of looking at me that makes it impossible to say no. As if I would anyway.

We leave through the back exit, the chatter echoing behind us, the air outside crisp.

Kael’s bike sits among the rest, shining beneath the street light.

We walk over and he reaches down, handing me a helmet.

I take it and climb on behind him, shivering.

The engine roars and he takes off, not once looking back.

He doesn’t slow for anything. The world blurs.

I let my head drop against his back, breathing in the leather.

The more we speed up, the less I care what’s behind us.

We don’t stop until we hit the local lake.

Kael parks on a slab of cracked concrete, kills the headlight, and the world goes silent.

The only noise is the ticking of the engine as it cools.

He moves slowly, purposefully, turning toward me instead of getting off the bike. His hands brace against my cheeks, mouth hot on mine. Everything is rough and desperate. I tangle my hands in his hair and jerk his mouth harder onto mine. His beard is rough, heat flaring everywhere our skin touches.

He’s hard through his jeans and I want to reach down and release him, feeling him hot against my palm.

He breaks the kiss, taking my hand and rubbing it over the bulge in his denim jeans.

I whimper as I curl my fingers around his cock before unbuttoning his jeans and pushing my hand inside, running it over the smooth silk.

His hand slides up my top, finding bare skin under there. I’m forced to release his cock when he leans down, jerking my shirt up and capturing my nipple in his mouth. My moans echo across the lake, and I really hope there is nobody else out here because I’m not about to stop.

Kael sucks my nipples until I’m arching against him.

Then, in a quick movement, he lets go and shifts me so he can take my jeans off.

My bottom hits the warm leather of his seat as I sit, facing him, my pussy exposed.

His fingers glide up my folds and then he sinks them in, coating them in my arousal.

I dig my nails into his bicep and arch into him, rolling my hips to grind against his knuckles.

I need him. Now. I reach for his jeans, jerking them down.

He grunts approval but doesn’t stop fucking me with his fingers.

He only releases me when I move, sliding closer, until I can settle on his lap.

Then, I sink down onto him, inch by perfect inch.

Kael thrusts up and I come down at the same time, the angle messy and perfect.

I gasp. He grins at the sound. I dig in my heels and ride him harder, the handlebars rattling every time I yank them for leverage.

He matches my pace, pushing up into me every single time I lower down.

His fingers are gripping my ass cheeks, hard, and I know it’ll leave bruises.

I want them. I want marks. My breath is ragged, each inhale raw.

My pussy clenches around him and his groan radiates through the night. “Goddamn, Sable,” he growls. “Fuck.”

He keeps going when I lose it, fucks me through it, one arm locking me to his body. He finds his own release moments after mine, and then we slump together, my head falling against his chest, our breathing labored. That was something I have never done before, but fuck, I want to do it again.

When we finally climb off the bike, my knees give out and Kael just slings me over his shoulder like a trophy, boots and bare skin on display. He doesn’t say another word until we’re at the water’s edge and even then he only mutters, “Just imagine if someone saw you right now.”

I giggle.

He lays me down on the soft, cold grass and pulls me into his arms. “I’m not done with you yet. I’m goin’ to fuck you again on this grass. Just need a minute.”

“I don’t have all night,” I tease.

He grins, and we both lie in silence for a moment.

“We should just leave,” I say suddenly. “Just run away to a foreign country, get new names and be whoever we want.”

Kael grunts. His chest rises and falls. “You’d bail on all this?”

I shrug. “Sometimes it would be nice. Sometimes I feel like the club life is all fear and no joy.”

He rolls his head so his mouth is at my ear, his voice velvet. “You have nothin’ to fear when you’re with me, baby.”

“I know, but don’t you ever just get tired?”

He grunts. “Every fuckin’ day.”

“Do you think Wolfe is right? There is a rat?”

“Yeah, problem is findin’ out who.”

“That’s tomorrow’s problem,” I murmur, rolling and shifting until I am on top of him. “You ready to go again yet, old man?”

He grins up at me. “Oh yeah.”

We fuck again, slower this time, and when I clamp my hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, he only laughs into my palm. We both know he’s not the one making all the noise.

After, we go back to the clubhouse and crawl into Kael’s bed.

Once again, I get to sleep tangled up in the arms of a man I am starting to think I can’t live without.

That scares the hell out of me.