Lucifer’s Fury (A Motorcycle Club Romance) by Jacee Macguire Page A

afternoon, he rode out with me and the girls and a dozen of his guys. They wanted to check out our clubhouse and the surrounding area to get a feel for what they were dealing with.
    I had to agree it was a good idea.
    My girls would have to do the same in Shooter’s Hollow at some point. I had to say when the vote in favor of a possible merge was unanimous, I almost choked on my own damn tongue. Lucifer’s Fury had damn sure changed and so far, all of the changes were good. Great, even.
    Our bikes growled along the highway, the sun already beginning to set as we rode two by two the whole way. The weather had been nice and sunny, not a cloud in the sky all day long, but we were too busy to ride until now. Jasper kept looking over at me the entire drive, and each time I felt the heat of his gaze travel over me. Even hidden behind those dark shades, I knew his eyes looked the same as they did in his bed when he saw me in nothing but my skin. It was a dirty sinful look and I couldn’t wait to see it in his eyes again when we were completely alone.
    As we neared the turnoff to my clubhouse, a couple of firetrucks cut us off, sirens blaring as they flew by in a roar, headed in the direction we were going. Blaze raised his hand just as I raised mine, our fists clenched tight, halting our crews. When the trucks passed, we followed behind at a safe distance. A billowing black cloud of smoke curling into the sky like a damn demon rising from the depths of hell was coming from our street. My chest tightened so badly I could barely breathe. 
    Snapping my head in Jasper’s direction, I shouted over the roar of the bikes, “That’s on our street.” My finger pointed at the plume of black smoke.
    We jetted forward, making the turn onto my street slowly, and any hope I had of it being another building on fire ended. Easing to a stop in the middle of the street, just behind the firetrucks, I pulled off my helmet, tossing it to the ground with a thud, and ran to the gate, dodging firemen and uniformed officials. Jasper and Suicide were right behind me, Cherry Pie and Siren not far behind them.
    “Those bastards burned down my damned clubhouse.”
    Bile rose in my throat at the sight of everything Cherry Pie and I worked so hard to build go up in flames. The shop didn’t appear to be a complete loss, it being a separate building from the clubhouse, but everything else was a total loss.
    “Jesus. So glad we weren’t there. Shit. They’re going to pay for this.” Cherry pouted as tears welled in her eyes. The anger would come soon enough. It would take her a hot minute to grasp a hold of it and find the rage inside her. She dashed a small hand across her eyes, wiping away the tears. Usually that rage appeared after the first tear fell, making her feel a bit too much like a girly girl. She hated feeling soft and emotional. Then she turned into a battle-ready warrior, sniffing out blood and vengeance. She would be downright deadly and all of that anger would be focused on the Twisted Bastards.
    Jasper put his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug as I watched my entire world burn to the ground.
    “I’m sorry, doll. We’ll get them. I promise. For now, let’s get back to the clubhouse and figure out a new approach because our plan as it was won’t work now.”
    “I know. The fuckers are so going to pay.”
    Wiping my tears away, I looked up at him and nodded. The day may have started out good but as of now it was shitty. Too shitty for more words. Cherry Pie and I talked with the fire chief and the local police and gave our contact information. We were smart enough to make sure we got the necessary insurance so we were covered if we chose to rebuild, but right now I wasn’t sure I wanted that. So much had changed, after all. Everything happens for a reason, right? Maybe this was a sign.
    “Let’s get the hell out of here.” I could barely look my girls in the eye as I strode to my bike. No one spoke but the somber