Page 44 of His Loyal Rebel

Chapter 16

Whip

The decision to move Twyla into the clubhouse and draw Cusclan in proved tedious after three days. Whip sat outside Mama Jean's Pie Shoppe on his Harley, expecting to hear the approach of Cusclan members at any minute.

All he could do was keep watching her while she worked, escort her to and from her job, and make sure she was seen going into the clubhouse and not coming out until the next day. Hopefully, that would bring Cusclan around sooner rather than later.

Twyla had mentioned Big, and another member had approached her at work, so he knew they were around.

He only had to bide his time.

Missoula was Tarkio territory. Only Big and two or three members could ride into town. They wouldn't chance bringing the whole club.

He lit a cigarette. If he called their plan right, they'd be evenly matched. Aaron and Frank were in sight of the restaurant and out of sight of anyone looking. The three of them could take down at least a dozen Cusclan members before losing ground. By then, news would travel in Missoula, and other Tarkio members would join.

He was confident on his own turf.

Planting Twyla with him would end the threat sooner by bringing Big to him.

Twyla moved in front of the window, talking with customers inside the restaurant. Normally, any kind of security job bored him. He preferred more action, meeting with other clubs, taking on more dangerous errands. It gave him a way to solve problems and used up the excess frustration he carried around.

Mostly, he knew if he was out there doing everything possible to keep Tarkio Motorcycle Club safe, he was saving lives. He was giving his sister a life she deserved.

But he couldn't ignore the way Twyla affected him. He wasn't expecting to have feelings for her. The more he found out about her, the deeper he got.

Big wasn't a part of her life. She'd made that clear, and he believed her.

She was going back to the clubhouse with him.

He hoped like hell Big tried to stop him, and he'd take the motherfucker out.

A small group of customers walked out of the restaurant. He looked the other way, not wanting to draw attention to himself. A biker in a leather vest brought fear out in others. Hopefully, only seeing one biker would ease their discomfort, and they would go on their way.

The two gentlemen walked the three women to their vehicles. He swung his gaze back to the restaurant, having lost sight of Twyla. She understood the need for her to stay inside during her shift. Assured she was safe, he got off the Harley and stretched his legs.

With a half-hour until she was off work, he wanted to stay ready. Big would try to make contact as she walked out. He wasn't going to hide. If Big showed his face, he'd see Whip.

By the time Twyla pushed through the door, carrying her purse and apron in her hand, he had his motorcycle warmed up and ready to leave.

She studied him as she hurried to her car. He wasn't going to take her on the back of his motorcycle. It was too dangerous to have her unprotected in case trouble came down on him. He followed her out of the parking lot, trailing her back to the clubhouse.

She took the same route she'd taken for the last three nights. He was pleased with how she stopped asking to leave and even hid her disappointment when he suggested she stay with him and not go out and look for an apartment to rent.

He had no idea about her finances, but he assumed she was having trouble surviving on her own, considering her homeless state after leaving Big.

Her hardships worked to his advantage.

Within ten minutes, she'd parked in front of the clubhouse. He parked his Harley in the line of bikes to the left of the front door. Not wasting time, he got her inside the building.