“The Steel Infidels?” I ask, my voice coming out in a squeak. “You ride with the Steel Infidels?”
Did I hear that right? Oh dear God.
“Yeah, I’m the President of the MC. Thought you knew that. Come to think of it, we didn’t have time to discuss it.”
“No, I must have missed that somehow.”
I screwed up big time.
Of all the men in the world I might have managed to get involved with, why did it have to be one of the Steel Infidels?
For months, the feud between the Liberators and the Steel Infidels is all Ty and Big Roy have talked about. How the Steel Infidels caused all of the Liberators’ problems and even murdered some of their crew members in a shootout.
Over and over, they rehashed the same stories while their anger festered and grew. Eventually I got so sick of hearing them that I tuned everything out. Now I wish I had paid closer attention. At least about what they were planning to do for revenge.
Even back then, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe everything they said. The stories were all their version of the events, and I suspect Jesse would tell it from a whole other perspective.
This is a nightmare.
Every time I think my life can’t get any worse, it does.
What have I done? Why didn’t I ask Jesse what club he was riding with when I had the chance? Or check out his tattoos more closely?
Another idea occurs to me. Maybe there is more than one Steel Infidels chapter. The Hell’s Angels has chapters all across the United States. I might be getting all panicked for nothing. There are thousands of bikers in town. It can’t be the same club. Even my luck couldn’t be that bad.
“Where is your club from?” I casually ask.
“North Georgia,” he answers.
My luck is that bad. So it is the same motorcycle club. A ball of dread builds in my stomach. I suddenly feel physically ill.
He narrows his eyes and looks closely at me. “Are you sure you’re okay? What’s with the questions about the MC all of a sudden? You have a thing against bikers?”
“I was wondering how Ty might know you. That’s all.”
“Well, when you figure it out, you let me know. He looked familiar to me too. I know I’ve seen him somewhere. It’s bugging the hell out of me.”
From the corner of my eye, I see a crowd of thirsty customers heading my way. “I need to get back to work before I get fired,” I say with a weak smile. “Thanks again for sticking up for me.”
“Anytime. I’ll catch up with you before you leave tonight. You still owe me a damn good explanation about why you slipped out this morning. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about it. We need to talk.”
“Sounds good,” I reply with no intention of meeting him later or any other time.
Now that I know who Jesse is, I have to stay as far away from him as I can get. Pitting Jesse and Big Roy against each other isn’t something that I want to be responsible for.
This time it’s not me I’m worried about.