The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 51

Sarah looked around Dangerous Curves, feeling unsettled, wishing that Jax would finish his phone call and come out of his office.

The bar was surprisingly empty for a Saturday night, and the few people who were there gave Sarah the creeps. She knew that the fullest table was occupied by the motorcycle club members that Jax was so worried about, and as she looked over at the dozen or so of them, Sarah could see why he was uneasy.

They were drinking, of course, and drinking a lot. But they weren’t just drunk, she knew. Sarah had had very little exposure to drugs – she’d shared exactly one joint with Dave – but she would bet that these guys were on something. Their eyes were strange. Too alert, too active. Darting around, never at rest. Almost crazed.

She saw that Dillon and Curtis were watching the guys too, and so was King. He caught her eye now, and he came over to where she was sitting alone at the bar.

“Hey, Red. You doing OK?”

“Yeah.”

“You and Jax leaving soon?”

“We were going to stay at his place tonight, but now I’m not so sure that’ll happen.” Carefully, she nodded at the table. “He may end up staying, and keeping on top of that situation.”

King didn’t turn around to see what she was referring to, but his dark gray eyes flashed in understanding. “Yeah. It’d be better if he stayed, I think.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Those idiots are trouble at the best of times, but when they’re like this? You need to watch ‘em like hawks.”

“Why not just throw them out?”

King shrugged. “Because they’re Kirk Jensen’s boys, and you don’t do anything to Jensen’s people without discussing it with him first.”

“Kirk Jensen?” she said faintly. “But – but I thought these guys were from a motorcycle club. Kirk Jensen doesn’t run an MC, does he?”

King gave her a hard look. “What do you know about Jensen?”

“Just what you can read in the papers.” Sarah swallowed. “Drug dealer, pimp, accused of murder, but not enough proof of any of it and never any witnesses. So he’s a free man.”

“Right. And the MC these guys belong to? The Fallen Angels? They run Jensen’s drugs for him, up and down the state and over into Nevada. They take out his enemies and rivals too, and with extreme prejudice.” King held her gaze. “Bad f*****g news, darlin’. Believe me. Jax needs to stay close ‘cause I get the feeling that something’s about to go down. They look like they’re just itching for a fight.” He glanced around. “Explains why nobody’s sticking around tonight.”

“You think there will be trouble?”

“I’d lay money on it. In fact, I want you out of here, OK? Like now.” He stood up. “I’m going to go tell Jax to take you home… while he’s been in the office trying to convince the MC Prez to come down here and collect his loser members, things have ramped up out here, and I don’t f*****g like it. Not one bit.”

“OK,” she said, badly shaken.

“I’ll be one minute, Red. You sit tight.”

She nodded, and watched him walk down the hall to the office. She took a deep breath, and shot a look over at the table again.

Oh, f**k. Mistake.

She’d made eye contact with one of the men, and his gaze sharpened, took her in fully. He got to his feet, and lurched over to her.

She stood up to follow King to Jax’s office, but she was too slow. The man was on her now, his hands gripping her arms, shoving her back into the bar.

“Hey,” he said. “Where you going, girl?”

“Just – just to the ladies’ room,” she squeaked.

“Good idea. I’ll join you.” His dark eyes were cold. “Come on, slut. Let’s get this party started.”

His friends were standing up now, calling things over at them. The few remaining people in the bar beat it out the door, and Sarah felt real fear stealing over her as he started pulling her towards the bathroom.

“Let her go, Kane.” Dillon’s calm voice was just behind her, and Sarah shut her eyes in relief. “She ain’t yours to touch.”

“Oh, yeah?” Donovan 'Joker' Kane spun around to face Dillon, pulling Sarah into a choke-hold. “And whose is she?”

“Mine.”