Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 27

“You think she's a cop?” I asked him.

“She says she's not. And truthfully, I don't think she is.”

“What's she look like?”

“She's hot as fuck. Tall, maybe five foot nine or so, short silver colored hair, and she has full sleeves, well, as far as I could tell. She was dressed pretty conservatively considering she's a bartender.”

The description didn't ring a bell at all. But now, I wanted to know who the woman was.

“Call Macky and see if she's working tonight. If she is, I want her here so we can talk to her after Church.”

Blood nodded. “Will do.”

“Alright, let's grab a beer before Church.”

We all stood up and headed toward the door. My mind raced trying to figure out who this woman might be. I was like Blood. I hated being curious about anything. I wanted to know shit, like yesterday. But it appeared I was going to have to wait for at least an hour or so.

~*~

Ava

“Ava?” I heard Macky holler at me.

“I'll be right back,” I told Rick as I made my way to the kitchen.

“What's up, Macky?”

“You're being summoned.”

I looked at him puzzled. What did he mean I was being summoned?

“The Prez of the Angel's Rebellion just summoned you to come to the Clubhouse. There will be a Prospect here anytime. You'll go with him,” he said.

“Macky, I can't leave right now. It's Friday night,” I replied to him.

My gut clenched tight. This is what I had been hoping for. Hopefully, I’ll get to speak to the Prez. I needed to find my biker hero. I had to see if he could help me in my endeavor for vengeance for my husband and son.

“It's not that busy. Rick can handle it. Don't worry about coming back tonight. See you tomorrow night.”

“You sure, Macky?”

“Yeah girl, I'm sure. Now go on and get out of here. Might as well wait on him outside. He'll be here anytime.”

I nodded at him, “Alright, Macky, see you tomorrow.”

I turned and made my way back behind the bar and grabbed my helmet. As I started toward the door, Rick asked, “Where you going? It's Friday, I'm gonna need the help.”

“Got somewhere I need to be. Macky knows. If you have trouble with it, talk to him,” I told him as I continued out the door.

I went over to my bike and lifted the seat. In a specially sealed packet, I took out both pictures in it and slid them into my back pocket. I had no more than put the seat back down than a man rode into the parking lot. He rode straight to me, like he knew exactly who he was looking for, and I'm sure he did. I knew Blood would have described me and I did stand out quite a bit.

As he pulled his bike to a stop right in front of mine, he said, “Need you to get on and come with me.”

I shook my head. I wasn't leaving my bike here. No way, no how.

“I'll follow you,” I told him as I studied the Prospect cut on him.

“I was told to bring you to the Clubhouse.”

“And you will. Only I’ll be following you. I'm not leaving without my bike.”

I watched as he looked at my bike. I saw the appreciation cross his face once he got a good look at it. He looked back at me, indecision written all over his face.

“Look, this is the only way I'm going with you. Either on my bike or not at all. And don't think you can force me on behind you. I can shoot you before you ever get off your ride,” I told him as I lifted my t-shirt and showed him my gun.

He scowled at me grimly, “Alright, follow me.”

My answer was to get on my bike, start it, and put my helmet on. Once he saw I was ready to go, he headed toward the road. I had no clue where I was going. All I could do was hope this didn't turn into a SNAFU situation, with it ending bad for me. As we traveled even further into the countryside, I noticed we were riding even further from Rogers. Luckily, it was still daylight so I could see where we were going.

We had ridden about eight miles and had passed through a little community called Elk when the Prospect started slowing down. We turned into a driveway and my eyes widened upon seeing their Clubhouse for the first time. It was fucking huge. It also looked better protected than Fort Knox.

As we approached the gate, it slid open, allowing us to continue on without having to stop. I followed behind the man who had come for me and watched where he parked. He pointed to a spot a little further down.

After I backed my bike up and killed the engine, I got off and took off my helmet, sitting it on the seat. My fucking nerves were going haywire. I didn't know whether to be scared or hopeful. I ran my fingers through my hair, took a deep breath, turned and walked over to the Prospect.

I held my hand out to him, “Ava.”

He glanced at me, reached out and shook my hand and said, “Rebel.”

“Let's do this,” I said.

He pointed toward the door, “I'll follow you.”

I knew he didn't want me behind him since I was carrying. I made my way to the door and opened it only to step into a vestibule. About ten feet in front of me was another door with what appeared to be a number coded lock on the wall. I stepped to the side facing the inside wall of the antechamber with my hands resting over my head against the sheetrock so that Rebel could clearly see I meant no harm.

He stepped next to me, keeping an eye on me as he entered the code, once done, he pushed open the door. I was pleasantly surprised when we