Savage (The Aces MC

Chapter 10

SAVAGE

After grabbing everyone’s things and handing our keys over to the office.

Blade, Doc, and I sat on our bikes while Mace collected a van that I overheard came from Silver. Silver had sent someone in his place, and judging by the way the man stared and talked to Butch, it wasn’t that friendly. I had no clue who he was, and part of me wondered if he was part of our club or someone who was in with the Sinners.

Something about the whole situation felt wrong, but we all sat there in silence. It was like waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Ever since telling Blade how I feel, his eyes have been on me, and I know he wants to talk or even tell me how I should let this s**t go, but right now, all I want to do is head home and figure out what the hell I should do, since I know I can’t be staying anywhere near him, not while he is like this.

Doc had his phone out, and I noticed a few odd, worried looks when he had glanced up. His eyes locked on me when he saw me looking; they motioned me to the side, away from Blade. I did as he asked and followed him to the side till we were out of earshot of them.

“Something is happening,” he murmured, keeping his voice low and his eyes on Butch. I could feel him watching us, and when I looked up, Mace was doing the same. Some part of me knew they would make a big show of who was boss, but they'd wait till we got home; Doc’s next words made me tense, but I tried to keep a straight face, so neither man could tell something was wrong.

“I had told Dagger what had been happening here and what our Prez had done,” he said, his body vibrating beside me, but he tried not to show emotion, so the others couldn’t pick up on it. “Dagger knew something was up with the secrecy between Mace and him and had been looking into what they have been doing. He checked Butch’s desk for information, but some of the brothers had been secretly watching him, so he had to step aside. He didn’t want Butch to know.”

Fuck, this is not what should be happening. We were supposed to be a brotherhood, but right now, we aren’t even acting like one. There are too many secrets. And with the way Butch has been looking at his phone for the last half hour since we started waiting, and his eyes have been going to Doc every so often, like now. Something could be going down.

“That’s not all,” he murmured, keeping a straight face. “Have you noticed since we have been here that there has not been one single person or even sinner passing here? No bikes in the distance, nothing.” I tensed, but did nothing while he continued. “Strange, and even last night when we were sitting in our room waiting, nothing out of sorts. Savage, I am worried.”

Tension crept into my shoulders when his words hit hard. f**k, I hadn’t even noticed. I had been too busy trying to work out my next move to consider the other side of this. But he was right.

No one had been around, no other tenant. No sinner had come past. Usually, when we come here, even if it was to make amends for a territory dispute or something. There would often be bikers around, or the roar of bikes in the distance, and that last night the only bikes we heard and saw were our own.

A cold shiver rippled through me, which made me wonder if something bad was about to happen.

“Savage, we may be targeted when we leave here,” Doc said, sounding slightly concerned. “Or worse… I think whatever Butch has done, this is going to fall on us hard and even ruin everything the club stands for.”

I couldn’t help but look at the man, who was now staring at me. “Your father and I have known each other since we were kids, even bothering Butch. He was always bothering with the wrong sort of people growing up, and now it seems like he has gone down the same path.”

Doc straightened and looked forward, and I did the same, only my eyes locked onto Blade. He was looking at his phone with a frown. Who the hell was he messaging?

“When we leave, keep your eyes open, and if there is trouble, fight as your father taught you.”

Those words hit me harder than they should, since I knew Doc wasn’t exactly a fighter, but a healer. The man could hurt someone and heal them at the same time, and I have even seen it happen when he had gotten into a fight a year back. He punched another brother in the face, broke his nose for something he said to a woman who was around them, and once he had calmed down, he took him to the medical wing of the clubhouse and treated him like nothing had happened. But knowing what was coming, Doc and I were going to be the ones on the receiving end.

Before I could react, Butch called out and got our attention. “Doc! Savage! Back on your bikes and stop gossiping like old women. We need to head out!”

Doc and I said nothing, just did what Butch shouted. Once I mounted onto my bike, I glanced up to see Blade staring at me. “What were you two talking about?” he asked, arching his brow.

I took him in; his eyes were still bloodshot, which meant he may still be on whatever he took when he got here. Was he able to ride out?

“Nothing, Doc was making sure I was alright,” I said, knowing what to say. “Since we were forced to stay back last night, I was in my head, and the man helped me get out of it. Talked about my father and that. Nothing to serious.”

Blade stared at me, probably wondering if it was true, and the other part of me wanted to ask more, but that wasn’t going to happen.

Looking away from my friend, I let out a breath and started my bike up. I revved it and looked at Butch, who was putting his phone away, and I noticed Blade get a message, which set off alarm bells in my head.

Was Butch trying to find out what Doc and I were talking about? That part was true; I could sense it, and that’s why I said what I said.

Once Butch was ready, Mace was sitting on his bike next to him. Glancing at the driver, who was now in the van, I wondered if he was heading back to the clubhouse with us; something in the pit of my stomach twisted, knowing something could probably happen, but what was the question?

We had a long drive ahead of us, and Butch confirmed it. “We are heading the long way back, and like before, we are not stopping unless for fuel or food. Next stop will be in three hours.”

Butch started up his bike and revved like we all do when we get on, and then looked behind. “Roll out,” he shouted over the bikes, then started moving away, with each of us following behind. Butch went first, then Blade and I, with Doc and Mace in the back. Butch took the lead in front of the van while we all went to the sides to protect whatever was in it.

Only time will tell what happens to us now, and I knew I had to mentally prepare for whatever comes, even if it meant dying for what Butch did.