He Doesn’t Care_A Bad Boy Secret Baby Motorcycle Club Romance

by Naomi West

  “I wish we had the rest of our men,” Acer mumbled just before he started up his bike.

  Torque had to agree. There would have been more had some of the patrols not already been sent out, but as it was, they had to take what was available to them. The Bastards now outnumbered them, but it would just have to be good enough. Unless some of the other members happened to see them as they drove through town, they had all the reinforcements they were going to get.

  The bikers from both clubs were eager to get out onto the road first. Both the Dirty Bastards and Satan Seed understood the importance of having first pick at their stance on the empty lot. As a result, the town was flooded with bikers going in numerous directions. Bastards rode right next to Seeds in a vie for the quickest route around traffic and lights. They bumped up onto the sidewalks to get around each other and took shortcuts through alleys and parking lots.

  As much as Torque wanted to join them, he knew there was a different path he would have to take. He let the rest of his men go, waving off even Acer, as he waited for the black truck to find its way out of the cul-de-sac. Not nearly as maneuverable as the motorcycles and apparently not without exhaust issues, it chugged through the city behind a vast pack of bikes.

  Torque kept his watch on Blue through the rear windshield. She looked so tiny and frail next to the big bikers on either side of her, but she carried her shoulders back and her head straight. Yes, that was one of the many things he liked about her. Even in a crisis, she didn’t let it bring her down. She would fight to the end, and so would he.

  But his hopes about the battle dropped as they approached the empty lot and he realized that the Bastards had gotten there first.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Blue

  Blue allowed herself to be dragged back into the truck and put inside. Rat climbed in after her, settling down behind the wheel, and Flame took the passenger seat. Stubble jogged down the sidewalk to where his bike had been left on the street, his belly and his thick arms jiggling. It would have been a comical sight had she been in the mood for humor.

  But she knew she couldn’t laugh, no matter what was going on. Her life was on the line, and so was Torque’s. The intense look in his eyes had told her everything she needed to know, but there was little she could do about any of it while in the hands of the Dirty Bastards.

  At the very least, she had been able to convince them with little effort not to have their battle here. If it had to happen, it couldn’t possibly be where so many innocents could be injured or killed. She imagined Bri in her home with baby Ava on her lap, hopefully safe and out of the fray. Blue hadn’t been surprised that Torque had picked up on her meaning so easily, but she had been shocked when Rat had agreed. Maybe this would all go better than she imagined.

  Still, she was once again stuffed inside the foul truck with the two Bastards. It churned to life once again, chugging out onto the street behind the bikes. Blue watched as the bikers split off into numerous directions, not always with their own clans. She had never seen such a spectacle, but she couldn’t quite appreciate it.

  A hot hand came down on her right thigh. She flinched and pulled her knees together, but that only made Flame squeeze a little tighter.

  “I don’t know that it was ever a good idea to offer this one up for trade,” the redhead remarked. Sweat ran down his temples, and he reeked of old fast food and cigarettes, mixed with a faint trace of whiskey. “She could be an awful lot of fun for us.”

  “You horndog,” Rat replied with a laugh. “Don’t the club girls do it for you anymore?”

  His lower lip stuck out as his eyebrows came down, making him look like a ginger caveman. “They’re not very cooperative. We need to get some new ones. Hey, that’s what we can do with this one. She can just come back to the clubhouse with us and we’ll forget about the war.”

  Rat let his eyes stray from the road long enough run them appreciatively up and down Blue’s body. The scar around his eye looked particularly pink in this light, making him even more difficult to look at than usual. “She’s a nice piece of ass, I agree. But I’m committed to taking down Satan Seed one way or another. Don’t worry, though. When things go our way, we’ll have plenty of opportunity to have our way with her.”

  “Like I’d ever have anything to do with either one of you,” Blue spat. “You’re disgusting.”

  “You know, Flame, I like it when a woman is a little bit resistant. It makes the chase more fun. She says she doesn’t want to be with us, but she’s already catering to my whims.” Rat let go of the steering wheel with his right hand and draped it around her shoulders, pulling her close.

  Blue whacked at him repeatedly to keep herself from having to get too close to the stench of his armpit. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on Earth.”

  “Give me a little time, sweetheart, and you might not have a choice.”

  “Hey, I said I wanted her,” Flame whined. He moved his hand up her thigh.

  Blue swatted him away, but she only managed to piss him off. He removed his hand from her thigh, but only so he could grab her by the shoulders and slam her into the back of the seat. His face turned a shade of red to rival his hair as he put it only an inch from hers, his numerous freckles turning a shade darker. “Don’t you smack me again, you little bitch, unless you want to lose that hand.” Despite his skinny frame, he was surprisingly strong.

  Still, Blue wasn’t ready to give in to someone like this. He was just a low man on the totem pole of a skanky club, and he had no control over her. “If I have to touch you again, I’d rather have it cut off anyway.”

  “That’s it.” Flame pulled a long knife from his boot. The blade flashed in the sun.

  Rat snapped his fingers. “All right, you two. We don’t have time for this now. We’re here.”

  The empty lot the men had spoken of stretched out before them, a sea of broken asphalt. Chunks of concrete littered the edges, almost arranged like a fence. The sun blazed down and bounced off the black ground, creating a rippled effect in the air. Swimming in that ocean of air was a full contingent of the Bastards, who had somehow managed to get there before the members of Satan Seed. They had taken up one entire end of the lot, stacked in neat, alternating rows that meant everyone had a good shot. Satan Seed was just arriving, their bikes downshifting as they slowed.

  “Looks like we’ve got the advantage!” cackled Rat. “Sit tight, little darling. You’re about to see a massacre.” Rat pulled the vehicle over behind a rusty dumpster and turned it off.

  Flame unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his door, his hand on his gun. “This is going to be one hell of a showdown. Aren’t you coming?”

  “I’ve got a perfect position right here, protecting my hostage.” Rat picked up his own gun, pulled out the magazine to check the load, and clicked it back into place. “What do you say, baby? You gonna hang out here with me in the VIP box?”

  Blue glanced at the passenger side of the truck, where Flame was standing with the door open and watching everyone filter into the lot. It might have been a chance at escape, but Rat would shoot her on the spot. She didn’t answer.

  “Good enough.”

  With at least a third of the Seeds in the lot, the Bastards opened fire. Shots rang out all around the parking lot, breaking the air and zinging off every surface. Several men fell from their bikes, their arms flailing out as gravity took them down, blood spewing from their wounds.

  Blue crouched down behind the dashboard, ignoring for once the dirt and filth of the truck and trying only not to get shot. Her heart thundered in her ears, providing punctuation for the staccato of shots. She didn’t have any thoughts about what she would change in her life if she managed to live through this. There were no pleas to God. She only thought of Torque.

  What might have happened if she had done what he’d asked? Blue could question the biker’s motives all she wanted to, and she could blame him for injuring Rat in the first place, but what might have happened if she had done
what Torque had asked and gone back to the clubhouse? It had been her decision to go to the Hagens’ house, and that had put both Bri and Ava in danger. It had nearly put their entire neighborhood in danger, and it had brought the rivalry between the clans to a head. One tiny decision on her part had changed the fate of many. How many men out there would die because of her?

  “Get on up here. I want you to see your man when the blood drains from his body.” Rat grabbed a handful of her hair on the back of her head and yanked, banging her head on the steering wheel. He whipped her head back, forcing her to look out over the asphalt.

  Blue tried to fight against him, but his grip was too strong. When she heard the sound of an engine roaring past the truck, she realized that Rat was right. Torque was riding into the battlefield, one hand guiding his bike and the other out straight, the recoil of his pistol jerking back his wrist for only a moment before he fired again. He was like a scene from a movie, with his black hair slicked back by the wind and a determined but grim look on his face.

  But he was heading right into the fray. By now, there was so much exhaust clogging the air over the empty lot that Blue couldn’t tell who was who, or even what side they were fighting for. She squinted her eyes, hoping past all hope to see Torque heading back toward the truck again. Blue needed him, now more than ever. But so did his men, and there would be no point in saving her if the Bastards were just going to take her back again.

  A bullet rang out against the dumpster, making her leap back against the seat. It zinged off the top of the truck and ricocheted off into the distance.

  Rat laughed. “Come on, sweetheart. The fight is just getting started.”

  Despite the dust, the exhaust, and the flying bullets, Rat dragged her out of the truck. They stuck close to the trash receptacle as they crept forward, Rat’s hand still entangled in her hair. She yanked back, wanting to take cover somewhere, anywhere, but he didn’t let go.

  “You’re in this just as much as I am. You’re staying out here.”

  A Seed went down. Another stopped to help him, only to get shot in the leg. With blood weeping down the side of his motorcycle and staining the chrome, he fired back. The next bullet caught him in the chest and he fell on the first man in a tangle of flesh and metal.

  Blue cried out. She knew it wasn’t Torque, but it could have been just as easily. She searched through the fray and finally picked him out near the center. He had just reloaded and was gunning down several of the Bastards. Blood ran down the side of his face and his skin was coated with sweat and grime, but at least he was whole.

  “Better watch while you can.” Rat didn’t seem able to keep his mouth shut, too proud of the position he was in as he lorded over the war of the clans. “It’ll all be over before you know it.” Firing into the crowd, Rat attempted to pick off Torque. He was a poor shot, and his bullets pinged off a nearby warehouse.

  “Drop the gun and let her go,” came a growl from behind them.

  Blue turned to see a muzzle pointed right at the back of Rat’s neck. She barely registered the King of Hearts tattoo with the scar through it. Her mind acted so quickly that time slowed down. While Rat swiveled his head away from her to face his assailant, she whipped Torque’s knife from her pocket and flicked it open. With every ounce of strength in her body, she sank the knife straight into the man’s gut. Blood flooded out over her hands, thick and hot and smelling of copper, but as she remembered everything he had put her through she shoved it in a little deeper. The noise surrounding her was drowned out until she could only hear the sound of her hair ripping out of his grasp.

  Stunned and caught off guard, Rat didn’t get a chance to say anything before Acer shot him in the back of the head. The biker fell to his knees, red liquid gurgling out of his mouth for a moment before he sprawled down onto the asphalt. Several strands of blue hair were still clutched in his fingers, the ends blowing slightly in the breeze.

  Rat had been the motivation behind this war, and the rest of the Dirty Bastards seemed to know it. Those who had already been injured began limping away, barely keeping themselves on their bikes as they tried to increase the distance between themselves and the enemy before they were killed. Meanwhile, Satan Seed continued to fire, eliminating all they could while they still had a chance. The end of the battle came so quickly that to Blue it seemed that someone had hit the “Stop” button on a recording.

  “I don’t understand,” Blue breathed, looking back and forth between the dead body at her feet and the man who had killed him. “Why did you save me?”

  Acer quirked an eyebrow and pointed at his arm. “You still have work to do, remember?” He laughed. “Besides, Torque and I have had some time to talk. We knew Rat would be most interested in Torque, distracted by him, even. It was the perfect opportunity for me to catch him off-guard before he had a chance to hurt you. Of course, I don’t think any of us were expecting us to do what you just did.” The president smiled at her appreciatively.

  “And Torque? Where is he?” Blue turned away from Acer to scan the crowd once again, which had grown much smaller in the last few minutes. The last remaining Bastards were straggling out of the lot, tucking their tails between their legs and headed home. Several of Acer’s men stood near the dumpster, hooting in triumph and bragging of their adventures. Yet another man took a victory lap around the place, his tires bumping against the uneven asphalt. But there was no sign of Torque.

  “I don’t know,” Acer admitted.

  But a tall figure emerged from the cloud of smoke in the center of the combat zone. His hair had been mussed, and it hung in his eyes over his bloodstained face. He swept it away with one hand, smearing blood and dirt along with it as he squinted against the brilliant sun. His dark tattoos stood out in stark relief against the skin of his arms. The figure limped slightly, but he was otherwise whole.

  “Torque!” Blue’s entire body reacted to his presence, every cell, every atom leaping toward him. She threw herself in his arms and sighed her relief as her cheek rubbed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, scooping her off her feet and bringing her up to his level so that he could kiss her lips even as he finished his walk toward Acer. He was hot and sticky, but she didn’t care. Blue wanted to bury herself inside him and never come out again. “I never thought I would see you again.”

  “I told you back at the clubhouse that everything would be all right,” he said calmly as he set her down and turned to Acer. “Thank you. That was the most slipshod battle plan I ever put together, but I’m glad it worked. I only wish I had been the one to kill Rat.”

  Acer pointed at the body. “Hey, your girl had a lot to do with it, if it makes you feel any better.”

  Torque knelt to yank his knife out of the man’s stomach. An extra fountain of blood streamed out to join the sticky mess that had formed on the asphalt underneath Rat. Wiping his blade on the enemy biker’s vest, he slipped it back in his own pocket. “That’ll need a good cleaning.”

  “At least I got it back to you.” Blue felt a small smile playing on her lips despite their circumstances.

  He nodded, but he paused when he looked at Blue. “What happened to you? Are you hurt?” Torque reached out and gently touched her temple.

  She recoiled at the pain, surprised. “Oh. Rat hit my head against the steering wheel.”

  “It’s a good thing he’s already dead.” Torque stood toe-to-toe with her, his hand reached out to gently examine the wound.

  “It’s just a bruise. And what about you?” Blue glanced at the thin stream of blood that began just outside the corner of Torque’s left eye and trickled down his cheek to drip off his jaw and onto the collar of his vest. “You’re bleeding.”

  “It’ll heal.”

  “Is it all over? I mean, really?” Blue asked hopefully as she studied him. It certainly seemed to be, but she didn’t remember anything quite like this happening when her mother had still been with a club. Perhaps it had, but at least Mother had kept her away from it. The fight
suddenly seemed distant, as though it had happened last week or last year instead of only a minute ago. Her entire world consisted of Torque and the fact that he was alive.

  Torque glanced over his shoulder at the wreckage. Several men had fallen, and many others were wounded. Those who had been celebrating now stopped to help their comrades to their feet, bandage their wounds, or cart off their corpses. A slight breeze picked up, bringing with it the funk of exhaust and bodies. He turned a glaring eye to Blue. “You should have come to the clubhouse like I told you to.”

  Acer backed away, heading to his other members. “I’ll just let the two of you talk.”

  A wave of horror washed over Blue as she realized how angry Torque was. She had been so focused on getting him back alive that she had forgotten how much of this was her fault. He wasn’t happy to see her; he was pissed. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she buried her face in her hands. “I’m so sorry, Torque. This is all my fault. I went to Spencer’s house because I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought if I pulled myself away from all of this, then maybe my problems would just go away. I was so wrong. I’ve tried so hard to push myself away from you and everything involving you, but I just become more deeply embroiled in it.”