Layla slowly motored the bike up the driveway to the packhouse. When they came within a fourth a mile, she turned it off and kicked it back in neutral, then she and Jax walked it back to the spot it was parked in, just like it had never been moved.
Outside the reception hall, they both could hear what really sounded like all hell breaking loose.
“Oh s**t!,” They turned to each other. She had only been kidding about the c*****e they were now hearing on the ride home.
With their ears on high alert, they made out several people yelling. Something about a stolen motorcycle, a man arguing loudly with their alpha, and people mumbling everywhere.
“Kitten,” Jax whispered, “I have a feeling we are in for a lot of trouble,”
They snuck up to a window, to see what was causing all the commotion.
