After Us (Next Generation #6) - J.M. Walker Page 0,88

line. “Cyrus,” he yelled, banging on the door. “We got a problem.” We could hear the running water shutting off as Cyrus stopped his shower.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in the background.

“You’re on speaker, J,” Sammy said.

“We went to get groceries and Piper noticed someone following us. An SUV pulled out of a side street as soon as we left. We were heading home but they’re still following us.” I would drive for the rest of the day trying to get them off our tail if I had to, before I led them to our house.

“Make your way to the clubhouse but take every side street you can,” Cyrus instructed. “We’ll head there now.”

“See you soon,” Piper whispered.

We said our goodbyes but even after talking to the twins, it didn’t make me feel any better.

“I’m scared,” Piper finally said.

I wasn’t a man who got scared often. Not until Piper and I started doing our thing and I ended up in jail as a result of my rage taking control of me. Only when that happened and I was taken from her, did I actually become scared.

Scared that I would never see her again.

Scared that I would never meet our daughter.

Scared that I would never be able to tell Piper how I truly felt.

Even after telling her that I loved her and confessing those feelings, it wasn’t enough. There was so much more I wanted to tell her.

We continued driving in silence. I drove us past the road that would lead to home. I went down every side street I could and yet, the SUV was still following us. When we reached the outskirts of town, a shuddered breath left Piper.

As the headlights got closer, I could almost sense the depravity rolling off the person driving the vehicle. I would bet my life that the mayor had set it up. Price was out for blood and because of me, Piper and Brynlee were now brought into this mess.

When we got a couple of miles outside of town, the SUV sped up.

“Jaron,” Piper gasped. “They’re going to hit us.” As soon as those words left her mouth, the SUV bumped the back of the car.

My eyes shot to Brynn. She had fallen asleep, thankfully, so she was none the wiser but if the vehicle kept hitting us, she could get hurt. I just prayed that she would never remember this shit.

“Hold on,” I told Piper and pressed my foot on the gas. If I had been by myself, I would have driven off the road and into the field, but I wasn’t. My main focus was keeping my girls safe.

The SUV continued speeding up, hitting the bumper and backing off. They were fucking with us and that pissed me off.

“Grab my phone and call the second last number that called me,” I told Piper.

She did as she was told, thankfully not asking any questions. She placed it on speaker, her wide eyes burning into the side of my head.

When a click sounded on the phone, my eyes shot to the rearview mirror. I couldn’t make out who was driving the SUV behind us. “Tell your boys to back the fuck off,” I growled.

A deep chuckle sounded from the other end of the phone. “Do you kiss Piper with that filthy mouth?”

A soft gasp left her.

“Ah, it sounds like she’s there with you,” Price taunted. “Piper, how are you? Did you miss me?”

“What do you want?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.

“I want something of yours, Jaron. Something you don’t deserve but have anyway. I want you to fucking pay.”

Piper’s hand trembled, the phone shaking in her grip.

“You can have me. You can do whatever the hell you want to me but leave my girls out of this shit.” Even though I said those words, I knew it wouldn’t be enough. I was also grateful that Piper didn’t argue. She may not have been around the biker life until meeting me, but she also wasn’t stupid. She knew when to keep her mouth shut when it came to hers and our daughter’s safety. Especially when she could be pregnant again, her life was all that mattered to me.

“Yeah, you see.” Price paused. “That doesn’t work for me. You took my son.”

“He almost raped me,” Piper said, voicing her thoughts. “That bastard should have gotten more than what he did.”

My head whipped around.

She raised an eyebrow, daring me to say she was wrong. She wasn’t. But Price wasn’t one to be messed