van near where Romeo had parked his bike and walked over.
“What’s going on?”
“Bent my frame somehow.”
“You hit something?” The frame of Romeo’s back wheel was twisted.
“Pothole.”
Despite his efforts to straighten the metal for the past fifteen minutes, Camden had been unsuccessful. He finally had to acknowledge that the tools in the van weren’t going to cut it for this repair.
“Let’s get it inside.” He took out a ramp and began attaching it to the van.
Motorcycles from another chapter rolled into the lot, and Beck walked over to greet them.
“Hey, Butch.”
Cobb? Camden quickly looked up to see Beck bumping fists with a tall, dark-haired man of about forty, and his gaze moved past Butch. His eyes widened when he saw the woman seated on the bike Butch had just parked.
She was young and looked innocent, not hardened and jaded like so many of the brothers’ women and the club groupies he’d met in the past weeks. When she removed her helmet, her blond hair tumbled over her shoulders, a light wildflower-honey shade that glowed when the sunlight caught it. Based on the length of her legs draped over the bike, she was petite, but rather than sit up straight, she pulled her shoulders forward, as if trying to make herself seem even smaller.
Everything around him seemed to stop for a few seconds as his breath was snatched away. The girl’s wary, almost frightened body language stirred his protective instincts, and he wondered what her story was. Then she glanced his way and blinked hard, most likely wondering who he was and why he was staring.
Romeo tapped him on the shoulder. “Butch isn’t going to appreciate you looking at his woman.”
Shaking himself out of his daze, Camden turned back to the ramp, trying to focus on his work.
“Is it ready?”
Camden took in a breath. “Yeah. It’s ready.”
Romeo gave him a knowing look as he rolled his bike up the ramp. “Can’t blame you, though. She’s a looker, all right.”
Camden’s gaze was drawn back to the girl. Even though she’d turned away, a pulse of heat still shot through him, warming him from the inside out. “She’s Butch’s girlfriend?”
“Yeah.”
“How old is she?”
Romeo shrugged. “Not sure. A lot younger than Butch, at any rate.”
“How long have they been together?”
“Years.”
Years? The girl couldn’t be much older than twenty.
“You got this?” Romeo asked.
“Yeah. I’ve got it.”
“Good.” Romeo headed for the passenger door. “Then let’s hit the road.”
• • •
Later that afternoon, the group arrived at their destination, a wooded campground in the mountains with a couple of dozen rustic cabins and some bunkhouses along with a dining hall. It had once been a popular summer camp for kids, but the camp had fallen on hard financial times in the nineties and the place had changed hands. Camden had learned that the Wicked Disciples chapters in the region rented out the entire campground each spring and fall for semi-annual meetings, and had been doing so for years.
Camden walked into the dining hall and set the bags of groceries he was carrying down on the counter. Across the room, Butch was seated at a table next to a big man who looked like a bodybuilder. They stopped their conversation and looked up.
“You the prospect?”
“Cameron Shea. You’re Butch, right?”
“Yeah.” Butch nodded at the bags. “You makin’ us dinner?”
“Ribs.” Camden had been tasked with barbecuing by Beck that morning. He took the meat out of one of the bags as the man beside Butch raised his hand in a greeting.
“I’m Hale.”
The man wasn’t wearing a cut, which surprised Camden since he seemed a little old to be a prospect. “You’re a Disciple too?”
“No. Just a friend of Butch’s.”
Hale and Cobb resumed their conversation as Camden put the groceries into the refrigerator. Seconds later, the men’s conversation became heated.
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