Chapter 16
Taylor
IT WAS JUST after twelve o’clock and I was sitting in the clubhouse, talking to Tank and Raptor about the asshole, Mark.
“That fucker has to pay,” I said, still angry about my tires. Tank had been nice enough to tow my bike on one of his trailers earlier. Not only did it need new tires but the bastard had keyed the bike. Now I needed to have bodywork done on it, along with tires.
“I agree. Do you have any idea where he is?” asked Tank.
“Not at the moment,” I said. “He’s not near Lauren’s. I’ve got Dover posted outside the property, in case he shows up.”
Tank scratched his five-o-clock shadow. “I think he’ll show up eventually. He’s obviously obsessed with her.”
“Why don’t you have Lauren set up a meeting?” asked Raptor. “She can pretend everything is right between
