“See that wheelchair over there with the woman sitting in it?” Shade nodded his head toward Winter.
“Yeah.”
“I’m going to give you one just like it. They call us The Last Riders because, if you fuck with us, we fuck you up so bad you will never be able to ride again. Slot, you have taken your last ride.”
Shade released his control, unleashing the blinding fury only Lily could rise in him. Only she could take him from the cold, emotionless pool he lived in to the fiery height of emotions which allowed him to feel the rage storming through his body.
He moved left, smashing his fist against Slot’s face while using his other hand to push Lily toward Razer. None of the brothers made a move to stop him, not wanting to take him on.
Shade was unaware of the sheriff and his deputies swarming the parking lot at that point. It took two deputies and the sheriff to pull him off the whimpering biker, and if the sheriff wouldn’t have been there, Shade would have ignored the deputies.
He managed to kick the biker one more time in the face before letting himself be pulled away.
“Let him go,” his dad ordered as soon as they had managed to put enough space between Shade and Slot. “You cool enough for me to arrest them?”
“Yes,” he snapped back, turning to see Beth holding Lily, the look of terror still frozen on her face. Whatever Beth was whispering to her had no effect; she was lost in her own world of nightmares.
“Does she need to go to the hospital?” Winter asked in concern.
“No, I need to get her out of here and go home,” Beth answered. Shade wanted to rip Lily from her sister’s arms, yet he had to stay back and let Razer handle the women.
“The sheriff will give us a ride home, and we can come back tomorrow for your car,” Razer said, moving close to Beth and Lily protectively. The whole time, Lily didn’t seem aware of what was going on around her.
The sheriff’s car stopped next to them, and his dad got out to open the door for the three of them.
Shade hurried to his bike, ignoring the sheriff when he said he needed to give his statement to one of the deputies. He was behind the sheriff’s car the whole way to Beth’s house and was already by the back door before Razer or Beth could get out.
The sheriff got out of the front seat, observing Shade’s reaction as he opened the door for Beth. Razer slid out the other side, coming around the back of the car for Beth.
Shade crouched down next to the car with Lily still inside.
“You going to sit in here all day?” he asked softly.
“Shade,” Beth tried to interrupt. “Let me. She’s used to turning to me when she’s scared.”
“She doesn’t need to be scared. That shit’s over.”
Lily didn’t even seem to hear him.
“Shade”—Beth placed her hand on his shoulder—“she needs me.”
He stood, stepping aside as Beth took Lily’s hand and sat with her in the car for almost an hour before she was able to coax her out and lead her inside the house.
“I need to get back to the station,” the sheriff stated, getting inside his car.
“I better not see them on the street anytime soon,” Shade warned.
After his dad nodded, closing his door, Razer and Shade went inside the house, finding the downstairs empty.
“I’ll fix us some lunch. We never did get to eat. Beth usually keeps some frozen meals.” Razer went to the small kitchen, opening the freezer.
“I’m going to kill them.”
Razer didn’t pause at taking out a pizza. “Let me know when you decide to do it, and I’ll help.”
Chapter 19
Shade handed Viper a beer as he put steaks and burgers on the grill. He enjoyed being out of the house, in the backyard again. It was still the beginning of spring, the warm day drawing everyone outside.
Shade had spent the previous few weeks doing recon on The Blue Horsemen Club, forgoing Christmas with his family. He had made an excuse during that time to stop by Beth’s house to see Razer while checking out how Lily was doing.
The woman acted as if being almost raped hadn’t happened. Razer had told him Beth had convinced Lily to see a psychologist. Shade didn’t have much faith in it working yet was glad they were recognizing something needed to be done about Lily’s panic attacks.
Shade set down his beer, helping Viper flip the steaks before they all became burned when Evie approached with a natural seductiveness the other brothers all appreciated. Both men turned, already well aware of her motive thanks to the mischievous gleam in her eyes.
The woman loved steak. She would eat it every night if she could. She was too late this time, though. He had already laid claim to the largest one sizzling on the grill.
Evie leaned into Viper, who put a casual arm around her waist.
“Don’t forget, I like my steak rare, and I want the biggest one on the grill.”
Viper laughed. “You’ll have to fight Shade for it. That’s the only reason he’s helping out.”