Free Brazen (Motorcycle Club Romance): Ryder and Sawyer 2 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 6) by Savannah Rylan Page B

Axel spoke. “I want Bones to check her out. Head to toe. Pretty sure she might have a concussion, and her arm is either severely sprained or broken. If there weren’t two bodies being dragged from this house right now, I’d be calling 911.”
    “Did someone call Bones?”
    “He’s coming, but was in the middle of a surgery, so it might be a bit,” I offered.
    Axel stood from the couch and approached Trista and I. “What I don’t get is, why you were calling Blaze away when I specifically asked him to watch this house.”
    “What are you talking about?” Trista scrunched her face in confusion. “I didn’t.”
    “He called Cruz to come relieve him,” I explained.
    Trista turned from us, and went to Blaze. I followed, unwilling to give them a moment to discuss anything. Something wasn’t right, and I wasn’t about to be left in the dark. There was too much shit going on and too many suspicions. This one ended tonight.
    “Did you or did you not call Cruz to relieve you?” I demanded.
    “I…I don’t remember,” Blaze said, rubbing his head.
    “Think fucking hard, and I’m sure you’ll remember,” I pressed.
    “Hey!” Trista yelled, giving me a nice shove to my chest. “Lay off of him. How about I knock you out fucking cold, and then start playing twenty questions, huh?”
    I held my hands up and backed down. There were too many goddamned emotions flying around for us to get anywhere. Though I had a gut feeling I was questioning the wrong guy. “Fine. We’ll talk tomorrow. But we will talk. Cruz, let’s go.”
    “But I was…”
    I grabbed his shoulder, and pushed him toward the door, cutting him off. “You’re coming with me.” I turned back to Axel. “I’ll take Larry’s car back. You better take Paige to your place after Bones gets here.”
    “No,” Paige protested. “I’m not letting them scare me out of my own home. I already moved once because of them. I’m not letting it happen again.”
    “It’s not up for debate,” Axel said, and Paige sat up, narrowing her eyes. “You’re either coming with me, or I’m moving in, so make up your mind now.”
    I left before a decision was made. “How’d you get here?” I asked Cruz, as we made our way to the driveway.
    “My bike,” he answered, and pointed to his old man’s Harley parked way up the street. It was squeezed in between two big SUV’s, which is why I missed it the first time.
    “You finally got it running.”
    He smiled proudly. “Of course. Did you have any doubts?”
    I shook my head. “You are one cocky bastard, but enough with the bullshit. I need you to tell me right now that you had nothing to do with tonight.”
    “What the fuck are you talking about?”
    “What am I talking about? I’m talking about the fact that you supposedly got a call from Blaze to come relieve him, yet no one else knows anything about it.”
    “Are you accusing me of something? Because, if you are, just get it out.”
    “I don’t accuse. I search for the truth. I gave you the vest.” I pulled at the leather draped across his back. “Because I thought you had what it takes to be a Fallen Idol.”
    His eyes were focused and determined. “And I do.”
    “Okay. Just know, if I find out you’re lying to me, about any of this, not even your sister will be able to stop me from treating you like a traitor. You hear me?”
    Cruz swallowed hard, and his lip twitched. It was a nervous habit he’d had since he was a kid.
    “Last chance. If you have something you need to confess, you need to tell me now because anything beyond tonight I won’t forgive.”
    His lips parted, a million words looked like they were piling up on his tongue, but he cleared his throat, and they were lost. “No, man. We’re all good here.”
    There was nothing for me to do, but take his word for it. “Good. Go home, get some sleep.”
    He nodded, pulled his helmet on, kicked his leg over his machine, and took off down the street. 
    I dropped Larry’s car