In my mind, we couldn’t be more different.
“Something made Sanchuk take notice of Summer,” Blazer reminded me. “Wasn’t my bedroom he was trying to break into.”
I hardly needed reminding.
“You think maybe we’re blowin’ this shit all out of proportion?” Piper held my gaze, and he wasn’t smiling now. “Maybe we’re way off base here. I mean, maybe it has nothin’ to do with business at all. Maybe it was just those blue eyes of hers that caught his interest.”
“Maybe,” I said flatly.
“She’s got a nice, round ass,” Blazer mused. “Good tits… I’d do her.”
I clenched my teeth.
“You know,” Piper said, “some women just have that addictive kinda pussy.”
No.
Fucking no.
If he was suggesting that Blair Sanchuk had been anywhere near Summer’s…
Nope. I wasn’t getting baited like that.
I breathed slowly, in and out through my teeth.
Piper was studying me, pretty much trying to read my fucking mind. I had no way of knowing if he was keeping anything from me. But he was definitely wondering if there was anything I wasn’t telling him. Trying to rattle me.
But fuck him. I wasn’t letting him use Summer and my feelings for her against me.
He didn’t know I had feelings for her.
And I definitely wasn’t gonna offer up that information.
“Sanchuk never touched her,” I gritted out. “And she sure as fuck never touched him. I really don’t know why he was after her. But I’d love to find out.”
I would. It seemed that the MCs were somehow tangled up in it, maybe. I just didn’t know how.
And I wasn’t sure Piper did, either.
Maybe Sanchuk noticed Summer because of the Ashley/Haz connection. Maybe he saw Ashley at one of her shows, with Haz.
But then again, there was probably an equal chance that it had nothing to do with the Kings or Dirty or the Players at all, and a lot more to do with Justice.
I wasn’t about to tell Piper about that, though. I wasn’t gonna tell him I saw a Bastard at Justice Sorensen’s party. I wouldn’t risk getting Summer’s brother in trouble with the Kings. I wouldn’t be breathing a word about that to anyone, including Summer, until I knew what the fuck was going on there.
“Hope you figure it out,” Piper said neutrally.
“Yeah. Thanks for the intel,” I forced out. Unfortunately, I was thankful.
It was more than my team had come up with.
“You see this guy anywhere, you know what to do.” Piper held my gaze a moment longer, until I finally nodded.
I didn’t like it, but the fact was, we both knew he was probably the only one who wanted Sanchuk as much as I did.
If I called the police to tell them an alleged member of some outlaw motorcycle club from out of the country was hanging out in Vancouver, what the fuck were they gonna do about it? I had no evidence of Sanchuk’s club affiliation, no evidence of any other crime he’d committed, and I didn’t even know where the guy was.
For all I knew, Blair Sanchuk had fled town and was never coming back.
I watched Piper and Blazer get back on their bikes and drive away.
I exhaled.
And yeah, I realized I’d just about lost my cool, my control, when Piper pushed my buttons about Summer. He was just pushing, testing. Feeling me out.
I would’ve done the same if I were him.
And I realized why I’d almost lost it.
I was falling in love with her.
I knew it when I was fucking her last night.
I knew it now, when I wasn’t even with her.
And I knew it when I considered that she was very possibly still in danger.
So I got on my bike, and I flew home to her.
Unfortunately, we didn’t have time for a pre-gig quickie that night.
Too bad, because by the time we got to the club, I was in a surly fucking mood. Really could’ve used some tension relief.
I’d worked events at the Pandora Ballroom a few times, years ago, and I still had guys here all the time working event security. I knew the venue, the management, some of the security staff.
It should’ve been a smooth and easy gig.
But I was tense as shit all day, in the wake of that meeting with Piper and Blazer.
I’d do her.
Yeah, no shit.
A lot of guys would do her. That was clear enough at her shows.
But I did not like those assholes putting it in my face.
They were trying to figure out if Blair Sanchuk was after her because of her, or because of anything to do with their business. Which is exactly what I’d want to know if I were them.
It was exactly what I wanted to know, too.
Still didn’t like it. Didn’t like it one fucking bit that they were even looking at Summer, wondering what it was that Sanchuk was looking at—and why.
I did not like the Kings MC paying any attention to my woman at all.
Yeah, that’s right. In my head, she was my woman now.
And I hated that Blair Sanchuk had ghosted my team.
I hated all the fucking fanboys, too, all over Summer at the show. Hanging out before she went onstage, waiting to meet her. Trying to get backstage while she got ready.
They sent her drinks, more than she could ever drink. They offered her drugs. They invited her to afterparties.
It was the first show she’d played since we started fucking, and I hated how accessible she was to her fans—even more than I hated it before.
When she went onstage, they dangled on every note she played. They crammed themselves onto the dance floor. They sung along and jumped up and down and got sloppy drunk.
I stood at the edge of the stage for the whole show, just watching them. And studying the power she had over them. I wasn’t sure even Summer understood that power, but it was there.
If she asked them to donate money to some cause, they’d do it.
If she told them all to get naked, they probably would.
If she invited them
