Claimed by 3 Bikers: An Age-Gap Enemies to Lover MC Reverse Harem by Raven Blaire

Author:Raven Blaire [Blaire, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

13

BROCK

I promised to look after Leah. But I don't know what to make of this. I watch Greg leaving Darryl's strip club with a chunk of money. I assume it's money because he has a whole bag of it stuffed in his panel box.

I don't like it one bit.

Leah knows this guy. Landers loves his money. Lara loves his money. But there is something fishy about him. He's getting paid from girls getting hurt.

I sit in my spot high above the city in the dark. The city looks better at night. Not so dirty. Not so grim. With the lights shining bright like fireflies there's always a brand new feeling of hope.

Hope is a dangerous thing. It can be blinding. I don't want to be blinded by anything. Not when people are relying on me. I learned that in the military. You hope for the best but prepare for the worst. That's why I’m up here. I hope that the club closes. I hope the girls escape. I'm prepared to make that happen. That's why I'm up here, finding all the weak points in the club's security, noting who comes and goes, watching over Darryl and his flaming orange Kawasaki.

"Fucking Devils Hordes!" I mutter under my breath as I peer through my night vision scope. I see Greg in his button down shirt and jeans start his motorcycle engine. He pauses.

"What's he waiting for?"

Greg is looking in my direction. I see him grab something out of his panel box.

"What is he doing?"

I change the focus on my scope, zooming to have a closer look at him. I don't see what he puts on his head. But I do see him wave at me.

"He's seen me!"

Of course, he has. I'm the one who told him where my spot is. I wave back, beckoning him to meet me here.

I might as well confront him about my doubts.

What's he going to do?

Shoot me?

Nah… Greg’s not the type. He thinks he can hide his Glock in his panel box or his .38 in his jacket without anyone noticing the holster. But he is too calculating to impulsively kill.

Otherwise, we would all be dead.

I make sure my .45 has one in the chamber before hiding it in my motorcycle fairing. I'll talk with Greg, if I don't like his answers, I can use my sidearm.

I trail Greg's Enfield as it makes its way to me from across town. I don't need to follow his headlamp. I can hear his engine motor along.

"Now that's someone who loves to ride."

Greg is fast. He dips through traffic like a pro - full of contradictions. He never waits at a red light, always stops at stop signs, and kicks through his gears quickly. It takes him mere moments to arrive up the hill.

"Almost as fast as me." I chuckle to myself.

Greg pulls up beside me in the dark. I switch on my lights as he pulls up. I want to see what he reaches for. He takes off his helmet.

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