...or something: Ronacks Motorcycle Club by Debra Kayn Page B

toward the group in the yard.
    Battery flung himself out of the others' hold. "Where?"
    "At Pine." Duke looked at him for his next order.
    "Jesus Christ," bellowed Battery.
    The Pine Bar and Grill was the last place she should go. He stalked to his motorcycle before it was too late.
    Rod and LeWorth followed suit and got on their bikes. He nodded at each one of them to ride out and started his bike. If it took the whole club to bring back Bree, he'd call in everyone.
    As it was, the first step Bree made inside Pine Bar and Grill altered the course of her life, again. He couldn't risk anymore changes.
    Twenty minutes later, he cut his speed in half and entered the one-street town with one gas station, one family restaurant, and one bar—Pines Bar and Grill, one shitty single-level motel, one laundromat, one antique store, and one school set back from the road.
    The savory scent of hickory filled the air, and he turned at the end of the block and parked beside the grill behind the bar. He waited for Rod and LeWorth and forced himself to calm down. The bigger the scene, the worse it would be on Bree. Though at the moment, he'd like to spank her ass for pulling such a stupid stunt. She had no idea what she'd done.
    Rod climbed off his bike. "I'll take the front."
    "I'll stay out here," said LeWorth.
    Battery nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He wanted in and out without any troubles and had to go in the bar under control. And, right now, he was anything but in control of himself.
    The bar wasn't one of the businesses under their watch. Ronacks Motorcycle Club had no agreement or push when it came to dealing with them. Though at one time, a different owner, a different time, the Pines Bar and Grill was the clubs' livelihood.
    That all ended before Battery became president.
    He glanced at the cook at the grill and walked through the back door. Knowing his way around, he cut through the kitchen and behind the bar without anyone stopping him. He stood letting his eyes adjust to the dim lights. After seven o'clock, the place was packed.
    It took him several seconds to find Bree, and when he had, fear replaced his anger. He had to get her out of here without drawing attention to her. He swallowed over the tightness in his chest. She'd already done a good job at making a statement wearing her bikini top and a pair of cutoffs he banned her from wearing around the club.
    "Well, well, well, if it isn't the president of Ronacks Motorcycle Club standing behind my counter, eyeing one of my waitresses." An older lady with gray hair stood beside him frowning at his patch on his vest. She obviously wasn't happy about a biker showing up in her establishment.
    "Name's Battery," he said, lifting his chin. "I'll be out of here in no time."
    "I'm Patty." Patty turned her back to the crowd at the bar and said, "The way you're looking at Bree makes me think she belongs to the club and the lies she gave to obtain the job came from her need to leave one of the members. Or, you."
    "It'd be me." He kept his eyes focused on Bree, who had yet to see him.
    Bree wasn't the only one who could lie her way out of a tight spot. There was no way Patty would allow him to drag Bree out of the bar without calling the cops unless she believed they were together. The owner had nothing on him, considering Ronacks cut all ties with the business years ago before Patty took over as the new owner.
    "I'm sure if you dug a little deeper on the application she filled out, you'd find out her social security number is fake. Bree's eighteen years old and not legal to serve beer in your establishment," he lied. "I don't think either one of us wants trouble, but I need her to leave with me, and I have no problem calling the cops and informing them that you've hired someone under the legal age of nineteen to serve alcohol."
    Patty's mouth tightened. "She's taken one of the rooms upstairs."
    "I'll send in one of my men to gather her things after I get her out of here." He finally