Chapter 50
-Hailey-
We rode to the jail in a roar of engines. The entire club was here, the cluster of bikes taking up two city blocks.
I was clinging to Logan, feeling a little out of place. No one else had brought their old ladies, and I knew I was only here because Logan didn’t want me out of his sight.
Scarlett was the only other woman with us. She was beside us, riding Monty’s Harley like she owned it, her dark curls whipping in the wind.
She looked like she belonged there, fierce and unshakable. It was in her blood.
The jail loomed ahead. The bikes circled the parking lot, forming a wall of chrome and black leather. The growl of engines echoed off the concrete walls.
The door sung open, and Monty stepped out into the sunlight, squinting like it was too bright after days in a cell.
He looked rough–stubble on his jaw, wrinkly clothes, and dark circles under his eyes. But when he saw us, a slow grin spread across his face, sharp and dangerous.
The club erupted in hoots and hollers, revving engines and shouting his name. Scarlett tossed him his keys and he caught them mid–air, then caught her as she launched herself into his arms.
Monty’s hands were all over Scarlett, and hers were tangled in his hair like she was trying to absorb him. The club stood around, shifting uncomfortably, clearing throats, pretending not to watch.
Logan leaned against his bike with his arms crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He glanced at me, raising an eyebrow, and I rolled my eyes with a grin.
“Alright, alright, enough!” Talon finally shouted. “She’s my baby girl.”
Monty opened his eyes, but Scarlett didn’t seem to care who was watching. She kissed him like she was trying to breathe him in. Like he’d been gone for years instead of days.
Logan sighed, pulling another cigarette out of his pack and walking it over to Monty. He clapped him on the shoulder and held it out to him. Scarlett finally pulled away, and her cheeks were flushed.
“Here, bro,” Logan said dryly. “Light up and chill out.”
Monty took it with a smirk, lighting it and inhaling deeply. The club lingered around, laughing and chatting. The tension was a lot lighter now that Monty was back where he belonged.
I leaned against Logan’s bike, watching him watch his family. His green eyes were sharp, scanning the scene like he was expecting trouble. He always did.
The mood was light – jokes flying, smokes passed around. Scarlett teased Monty about how bad he smelled. Everyone laughed… the kind of laugh that comes from relief. From knowing you’ve got your people back and everyone’s together.
I felt it too, that warmth in my chest. But it didn’t last.
The jail door swung open again, and two officers stepped out. One of them, a burly guy with a buzzcut, held up a hand.
“You all need to clear out,” he barked, cutting through the noise. “This ain’t the place for felon family social hour.”
Everybody went silent. I felt Logan go stiff beside me. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his boot.
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Chapter 50
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Jake stepped forward, his hands raised in a mock gesture of peace. “We’re just here to pick up our guy.” he said in his typical calm fashion. But his tone was laced with something darker. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
The officer took a step forward, but before he could say anything, another figure emerged from the jail doors.
Becker,
My stomach dropped as he stepped into the sunlight. His suit was crisp, his tie perfectly knotted, but the bruises on his face told a different story.
Logan’s hand found mine, squeezing it tight.
“Well, well,” Becker drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “Look who’s out of lockup. And with such
ome,
too.”
Monty’s grin went sour, replaced by a cold glare. “Save it, Becker,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You re done and you fuckin know it.”
Becker’s smirk spread wide across his face, and he took a few steps toward us. There was something feral in his eyes. “Am I?” he said. “You think a little recording is gonna take me down? You’re dumber than you look, Montgomery.”
Logan’s fingers tightened around mine. His body was coiled like a spring. He was trying hard not to lunge at Becker, I could feel it. But he stayed still, his eyes locked on Becker with a glare that could’ve melted steel.
Becker’s focus shifted to me. A cold spike shot down my spine, freezing me in place for a second. “And you,” he said, his tone dripping with venom. “You think you’re safe? You’re just another pawn in this game. And when I win, you’ll be the first to fall.”
Logan took a step forward, his voice a low growl. “Touch her, and you’ll wish you were dead.”
Becker laughed, sharp and humorless. “Yes. Big words from a man with everything to lose. You’re all just waiting for the axe to fall.”
The officers glanced at each other behind him, shifting uncomfortably. Becker glanced at them, then back at us, his smirk fading into a sneer. “Get out of here,” he said. “Before I find a reason to lock you all up.”
Monty stepped forward with his fists clenched, but Scarlett grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “Not here,” she murmured. “Not now.”
The club started to move, mounting their bikes with a quiet fury. Logan tugged me toward his, and I climbed on behind him, my heart pounding as the engines roared to life.
Becker stood there, his eyes following us like a hawk as we peeled out of the parking lot.
As we rode back to the clubhouse, I held on tight, trying to push the fear away. But it lingered, like a shadow, waiting for the perfect moment to drown me.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
