Free Stitch: Satan's Fury MC by L Wilder Page A

I have is Griffin,” I explained.
    “Come on into the bar. You can wait there while I get him.”
    I wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door… maybe something kinda like a strip club filled with big, scary men with guns, but it wasn’t anything like that. It was just a bar. Several men were sitting at the counter, and there was an attractive woman standing behind it serving them beers. A couple of them turned and gave me a questioning look, but quickly excused my presence and went back to their conversations.
    “Just grab a seat at the bar. I’ll see if I can round him up.”
    I did as he instructed and sat down at the opposite end of the bar, hoping to avoid any confrontations. As soon as I sat down, the man called out to the lady behind the bar, “Hey, Cass. Grab the lady a drink while I go find Stitch.”
    “You got it, Mav,” Cass answered smiling. She walked over to me and asked, “What can I get ya?”
    “A water would be great,” I told her.
    “You look like you could use something stronger,” she teased me with a smile. “You sure you don’t want a beer or something?”
    “Tempting, but I better stick to water.”
    She reached into one of the coolers and pulled out two bottles of water, placing one of them on the counter in front of me and opening the other for herself. “So, you’re a friend of Stitch’s?” she asked.
    “Not exactly,” I told her. “Honestly, I don’t really know him at all. He helped me out a few weeks ago, and I haven’t had a chance to thank him.” When I turned my head towards the other end of the bar, I noticed several of the men looking at me. I tried to avoid their stares by taking a drink of my water, but they weren’t easy to ignore.
    Cass must have noticed my uneasiness, because she said, “Don’t let them get to you. They’re harmless.”
    “Easier said than done. I’ve never been in a club like this before,” I admitted.
    “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I knew that the minute you walked in. The expression on your face said it all,” she laughed.
    “That bad, huh?” I smiled.
    “Deer in headlights,” she teased. “But it takes balls to come into a place like this without knowing what you’re getting into.”
    “Either that or I’m totally insane. My name is Wren, by the way.”
    Just as Cass was about to respond, her attention was diverted to the side door where Maverick was walking in with Griffin. His eyebrows furrowed into an almost angry glare when he saw me sitting at the bar. I instantly began to feel nervous. The last thing I wanted to do was piss him off, but I needed some answers… and help if he was willing to give it.
    Maverick stopped at the doorway and watched as Griffin approached me. “Did something happen to Wyatt?” he asked. Tension radiated off of him as he stood there waiting for me to respond. My mind went blank. I didn’t know how to answer him.
    “Umm… Wyatt’s fine.”
    “Then, what are you doing here?” he questioned. I couldn’t tell if he was mad that I was there, or if he was just worried. Either way, my heart couldn’t stop pounding.
    “I’d like to talk to you for a minute, if that’s okay?”
    “About?”
    Damn. One word… that’s all I got. Embarrassment washed over me and I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming back to the men at the end of the bar. They’d stopped talking among themselves and were now totally focused on us, a couple of them were getting a kick out of our little show. I instantly questioned coming to him for help, and the thought of being wrong about him, made me feel hopeless.
    Feeling overwhelmed and scared, I stuttered, “I don’t know. Maybe I’d like to know why you’ve found it necessary to follow my son around and give him a phone without even telling me about it.”
    Before I had time to register what was happening, he took a hold of my hand and pulled me out of the bar towards the parking lot. When the door slammed behind us, I started in on him