Free Bikers And Tinsel (MC Sinners # 3.5) by Jewel Bella Page B

out. My head is pounding by the time I get outside. As soon as Muff walks over to me, I fall into him, nestling into his chest, just wanting his comfort.
    “Come on, Jaybird. Let’s get you home.”
    I let him lead me to the truck, and crash before he even gets the chance to get onto the highway.
    I’m exhausted.

Chapter 9
    Gloooooria!
    Muff
    “We located him, Muff,” Jackson says, walking into my house the next morning.
    I’m shuffling around the kitchen, looking for coffee. Janine is still sleeping after having an extremely painful night. At Jackson’s words though, I stop. “Where?”
    “Warehouse, south of here. We managed to get enough information to figure out who that bastard owed money to. After a few questions, we worked out he was after J for money. We’re ready to go, if you decide you wanna deal with this now.”
    I turn, walking out into the living area to get my jacket. I pull it over my shoulders, throw my boots on and grab my helmet. “You know I wanna fuckin’ deal with it now.”
    “Where’s J?”
    “She’s sleepin’. Rough night.”
    Jackson nods, and jingles his keys. “Ready to sort this shit out?”
    “Fuckin’ oath.”
    “Where are you going?”
    I hear the tiny voice from behind me, and turn to see Jaybird, hair ruffled, cute-ass pink pajamas on, staring at me. I walk over, gripping her shoulders and leaning down, kissing her softly. Her eyes are black, her nose is puffy, and I know she feels like shit. Poor thing. I wouldn’t have gotten so...creative, if I’d known it would bring her harm.
    “I’m goin’ to sort this shit out. Stay here.”
    Her eyes widen. “Y...y...you found him? Already?”
    “We ain’t slow, baby. It doesn’t take long to track down someone like that.”
    “W...w...what are you going to do?”
    I stroke her cheek. “Club business, baby. You just stay here.”
    “Muff...you don’t have to do this for me,” she whispers.
    I take her chin. “When are you goin’ to realize that you’re my everything, Jaybird? I won’t rest until I know you’re safe. That’s what you do when someone is your everything.”
    “I know, but...”
    “Hush,” I say, giving her stern eyes. “You know that I gotta do this.”
    “Are you in danger?”
    I shake my head. “Naw, the guys have always got my back. You know that, angel.”
    She swallows and nods, because she does know that. If there’s one thing she knows, it’s how clubs work. “Please...be careful.”
    I lean down, kissing her lips. “Always.”
    I turn, giving her one last smile before heading out with Jackson.
    It’s time to kick some ass.
    ~*~*~*~
    Muff
    “F ucker is dumb as dog shit,” Spike says, rubbing his fists. “Left a fuckin’ trail a mile long.”
    “Well, it’s time to sort him out so we can focus on fuckin’ Christmas,” I grunt.
    “I’m hearin’ ya,” Cade says, lighting a cigarette.
    “How are we gonna play this?” Jackson asks, lifting his sunglasses and staring into the warehouse.
    “I say we threaten him, give him something to fear. Tell him to back down. If he doesn’t wanna back down, you know what we’ll do,” I say, thumbing the gun in my pants.
    “Fine by me,” Spike growls. “Let’s do this.”
    We kick the fence, three times, and it swings open. We all stride in, shades on, jackets showing, ready to beat someone. Three guys come out the front door of the huge shed out front, and yell something at us. Jackson steps forward. “Lookin’ for Harry,” he says, his tone harsh.
    “He’s not here,” one of the guys yells.
    “Funny that,” Jackson says, pulling his gun out and holding it up. We do the same. “I heard he was.”
    The men move quickly, putting their hands up and calling out to heir boss. A moment later, an older man with greying hair and tattoos all over him walks out. He stares at us, and his body visibly stiffens.
    “Can I help you?” he mutters, walking closer.
    “Yeah, I believe you can,” Jackson growls. “I believe you’ve