Jayden had never wanted to kill anyone more in his life than he did right now.
He glanced over at his ruined Mustang. He’d only had her less than two years and now she was ruined. But that’s not what really bothered him the most. He was most bothered about the reaction he had seen on Haley’s face.
She had looked utterly terrified.
He narrowed his eyes at the cops as they took pictures of the damage.
He wasn’t sure who had called them, but he didn’t like it when humans interfered in his business.
A loud rumble, like an eighteen-wheeler echoed through the near empty parking lot.
An oversized truck that resembled a tank came rumbling to halt in front of him. It looked like an RV on steroids with massive tires and bulky exterior.
The driver’s door opened and Barrett Middleton climbed out. Barrett nodded in Braxton’s direction before heading over to Jayden.
“I got here as quick as I could.”
“Which is pretty fucking quick. We called you less than an hour ago.” Jayden checked his watch.
“I was on my way when you called.” Barrett cast a worried look in Haley’s direction. “How’s she doing?”
“Terrified. Aside from a psycho leaving her notes and a dead bloodied pig in her purse, he’s now moved his game up to cyberbullying her on Facebook. Now the entire campus thinks she’s a prostitute for hire.”Barrett turned his glare on Jayden. “I got Zane tracking her account as well as the university’s. He put a block on both accounts to prevent anyone from accessing or posting anything on her page. I also made sure to send out a warning that her account had been hacked to the entire university student body. And if they knew who did it they needed to contact the number I left.”
Jayden nodded in appreciation. Hopefully that would stop a majority of the students from harassing Haley. And if it didn’t, he’d tear their fucking heads off.
“Why are you wearing a pink shirt?” Barrett sneered.
“It’s not pink. It’s coral.” Jayden shook his head. He picked the perfect night to change his wardrobe.
Jayden arched his brow at Barrett’s ride. “What the hell is that thing? Looks like it needs to be in the military.”
“It’s the Behemoth. It’s a specialized expedition vehicle. It will go anywhere in the world, desert, jungle, mountains, you name it. Most importantly it has a space for my Harley.”
“And it’s here because?”
“Because I had to bring some company with me and there are not enough bedrooms in my house.” Barrett’s mouth thinned just as the familiar thunder of approaching motorcycles filled the parking lot.
The sound made him long for his Harley, especially now since his car was wrecked.
Jayden followed Barrett’s gaze as five Harleys pulled up behind the Behemoth.
He immediately recognized his fellow Guardians, Damon, Zane, Lucien and Jaxon and another rider with the signature Harley Breakout. He would have sworn the fifth Harley was his, if it wasn’t for the goofy-looking sidecar.
His gut tightened as the occupant in the sidecar took off the bug-eyed goggles and helmet, revealing gray hair and wrinkles.
“What the fuck is Granny doing here and why is she in that sidecar?” Jayden glanced at Barrett for answers.
The leader took a long-suffering breath before opening his mouth. “She wouldn’t quit bothering me about where I had sent you. Plus, I needed to get your Harley to you. I figured it would be good for Haley to have someone else’s company besides yours.”
“Wait, that’s my Harley?” He jerked his head back to the motorcycle, his gaze running over the sleek frame.
“Yes.”
“So which Guardian is riding it?”
Barrett snorted.
The rider, dressed all in black leather, killed the engine and dismounted. Jayden frowned. The full-face helmet hid the identity, but he knew right away from the slender frame of the driver, that this was no Guardian. He was too skinny.
The rider pulled off the helmet and a cascade of black hair spilled out.
“Ava?”
“You looked stunned.” Damon came up, shook his hand and turned his attention back on Ava.
“When the fuck did Ava learn to drive a motorcycle?”
“Apparently she’d been taking them out for a while now. Just not bothering to tell me.” Damon growled.
Ava walked up with a smirk and dropped the keys to his bike in Jayden’s hand. “You can thank me later.”
“For what?”
“Bringing your bike.” She nodded at what used to be his car. “Looks like you need some alternate form of transportation.”
“It’s got a fucking sidecar attached.” Jayden couldn’t wrap his head around that concept.
“How else was I going to get Granny here?” Ava crossed her arms as Damon pulled her close.
“How about she ride with Barrett in that thing?” Jayden jerked his finger over his shoulder.
“I tried telling her that.” Barrett glared. “That woman has a hard time listening to the rules.”