The Thunder Wolves MC - Petal (Book #12)

4

Petal

Not long into my first dance, Noah and his friends walked in. To my surprise, Noah paid for a private dance with me. A dance I instantly turned down. There was no way in hell I was going to give him a private dance. I didn’t care he was trying to pay three times the price for a private dance with me. Nor did I care all the other girls thought I was batshit crazy for turning the dance down. My gut told me not to do it or trust him, and I listened to that feeling. So even though that money would have been a nice little bonus for the week and a nice shopping trip. With it, it would have been just what a girl needed for the week. I, however, didn’t want to know what the price was going to be to get that money. I know even in the private rooms, the MC guys were never far away and I always had a way out if something was to go down. But my gut still told me not to do it. He was up to something, and I wasn’t going to take my chances. Even after my first dance, I was still making good money for the night, so I could still go on a little shopping spree. And to my relief he took his money and left the club. His friends stayed, but they were distracted by the other girls. I wasn’t at all worried about them, and I was able to go on with the rest of my night.

It turned out to be a really good night. I made enough to pay off the rest of my bills for the month and had a few hundred extra to spend as I wished. So, imagine my disappointment when my car stalled a block from the club on my way home. Thankfully, being so close to the club, a small group of the MC guys who were also just leaving the club for the night saw me and pulled over behind me. One of them being the vice president of the club himself, Jax. Along with him, a guy named Gears and a younger-looking version of him, Finch. Jax was the first to my door, opening it for me.

“Everything alright?”

Standing, I shrugged my shoulders.

“I am not sure. All my lights came on, and I lost power.”

Nodding, Jax motioned for me to move to the back of my car. As the two of us moved to the back end of my car, Gears and Finch moved around us. Finch sat in the driver's seat while Gears moved to the front end of my car, lifting the hood. The two of them talked to each other while they looked my car over. Maybe a minute or two later, Gears lowered the hood of my car, closing it as Finch stood back up out of my driver's seat with my keys in his hand. The two of them walked over to where Jax and I stood.

“It looks like something with the computer. I won't know much more until I can hook it up to the reader at the shop.”

Jax nodded.

“What other nights do you work this week?”

“Friday and Saturday.”

Jax nodded.

“We will have your car towed to the shop. If you don’t mind riding with Finch here, he also works those nights. He can get you home tonight and will be available to take you back and forth until we get your car back up and running.”

Glancing over at Finch, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to notice he didn’t look at all happy about being volunteered to play chauffeur, but he also didn’t say anything, refusing the assignment. So I nodded my agreement, not really sure I wanted to ride on the back of one of their motorcycles, but really, what choice did I have, at least for tonight? For Friday and Saturday, I would see if I could find one of the other girls who lived close to me and wouldn’t mind letting me ride with them.

Without another word, Gears took my keys from Finch, taking my car key off before handing me back the rest of the keys. He and Jax smacked Finch on the back before the two of them left him with me. Finch never said anything to either one of them, only stood there glaring at the two as they drove off. His attention went to me when I moved around him to get my bag from inside my car a good thirty seconds after Gears and Jax left us. Still, he didn’t say anything. Only followed me, holding the door for me as I leaned inside. Once I had everything and was out of the way, he locked and closed my car door. The sour look on his face still hadn’t gone away, and I don’t know why, but I found the look annoyed me.

“You know you don’t have to give me a ride. I can walk back to the club and get a ride with someone else.”

The sour look instantly left his face and was replaced by an amused look. His eyes moved down my body and back up until he was looking me directly in the eyes. It was quick, but it was unmistakable as him checking me out completely. And if I were a gambling woman, I would bet my whole night's worth of tips on the fact that was not the first time he had checked me out.

“And here I thought I heard you weren’t scared of anything.”

Both my eyebrows shot up, shock and confusion filling me.

“What?”

Shrugging his shoulders, he moved around me, walking back to his motorcycle.

“If you are scared of riding with me, you can be honest. I will understand and am more than happy to walk you back to the club in hopes that one of the other girls is still there to give you a ride. But you don’t have to play it cool…”

Scoffing, I charged past him and over to his motorcycle.

“I am not scared of shit.”

Smirking, he held his helmet out for me. Snatching it from his hand, I put it on my head. Screw finding another ride for Friday and Saturday. He wants to try and say I am scared of riding on his motorcycle. I will show him. He can hate that he was volunteered to drive me around all he wants, but I will hold him to it. I don’t give a crap if he wants to or not.

With his help, I climbed on the back of his motorcycle with him sitting in front of me.

“You are going to want to hold on.”

I am sure the amusement was still on his face. I could hear it in his voice, and if I was being honest, it was more annoying than the sour look he had on his face only a few minutes ago. Still, I wrapped my arms around his waist as he brought his motorcycle to life and pulled back onto the road, leaving my car parked on the side of the road.