“I’m Poison,” I say, giving him my road name.
He chuckles. “Of course you are. See you around.”
He leaves with the two trackers in his hand, then Atlas jumps back into the truck and backs us out of the garage. He parks in front, near several other vehicles, and starts to get out.
“Stay there. I’ll come get you out.”
“Yes, sir.” I shake my head as I cross my arms over my chest.
When he opens my door, I ignore him for a moment. “Baby, I need to make sure it’s safe before I let you out.”
“Didn’t those trackers just give away our location?”
“No. Before we left Nashville, I activated an app on my phone that blocked all signals. We’re safe here for now.”
He reaches for my hand again, and this time I let him take it. He helps me down from the truck and then lets Gurgi out. We head toward the entrance. There are several guys with Drago Defiance patches. They all take me and Gurgi in as we walk across the patio and step inside. I can hear voices and a few televisions, but I don’t see a large number of sweet butts or club tagalongs, just a couple of women seated on a sofa. There are men everywhere. I spot the two giants who were at the club and a couple of the other men. One man has his arm around one of the women. She’s in a leather property vest.
“Where is Maisy?” I ask as I glance around the room again, not seeing her.
“She’s with Cronus,” the man with his old lady says. “I’m Aries. This is my wife, Wrenn.”
“Poison.” I again give my nickname instead of my real name.
“Wait, she gets to have a nickname. Why can’t I?” another woman asks as Apollo walks up and puts his arm around her. She’s also in a property vest. She looks a lot like Wrenn, like they could be sisters.
“Baby is your nickname. No man calls you that but me.”
“I want one too. Beckett, please?” Wrenn asks her husband. “Drea and I should get them.”
“She has one because she’s a prospect with a women’s MC, right?” Aries asks me.
“Yes. Vixen gave me the nickname because I make good drinks,” I explain. “But I’m probably not a prospect any longer. It’s been so long.”
“Doesn’t change anything if you’re still family,” Apollo says. “This is my wife, Drea, by the way. Welcome to Drago Defiance.”
“You’re a bartender,” Drea says, rubbing her hands together. “Can you make some mean drinks? My sister and I have been trying to outdrink Typhon?” She points to one of the giants, who’s easily over seven feet tall.
“I could.” I nod, but then I turn to look up at Atlas, who is just watching me interact with his brothers. “I need to check on Maisy, please. I need to speak with her.”
“I wouldn’t interrupt them if I were you,” Aries says. “He left me in charge.” I turn back to him and notice the VP rocker on his vest, but I ignore it and face Atlas again.
“You don’t understand. I need to confirm that she has her go bag in the truck with her ID, and that it wasn’t left at the club or at our apartment, which is probably being trashed as we speak.”
“Fine.” Atlas takes my hand, and we walk toward the back of the clubhouse, Gurgi following close behind. He knocks on a door.
“Go away,” is yelled from the other side.
“Cronus, Stormy wants to check on Maisy.”
“Enter,” is barked this time, and we open the door.
The room is a large living space with what looks like a bedroom and bathroom attached.
Maisy jumps up from the sofa and runs to me. I wrap my arms around her as she trembles. Gurgi steps in front of us, blocking the men from getting to us.
“I need to get out of here,” I whisper, holding her close. She nods, then I ask louder, “Is your go bag with your ID in the truck?”
“Yeah,” she replies, and I see the worry in her eyes before she drops them. She wraps her arms around me again and whispers, “I want to go with you.”