Chapter 2

~lily~

I knew this was a bad idea. Messing with Lightning and the Wild Ridge MC was a risk, but I needed their help, and I needed it badly.


Making my way through the dock, I slipped past the night security guard, who was distracted by his phone. Once inside the shipping office, I quietly sat down in one of the chairs in front of their computer. The office was dimly lit, the only sounds being the distant hum of machinery and the occasional creak of the old building.


I was a wiz when it came to computer stuff, so it didn’t take long for me to access their systems. When I found their secret stash disguised as pastry supplies, I rerouted the order, hiding it from them. I knew they would come looking, and hopefully, I’d run into him along the way.


As I finished up, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart raced, and I quickly shut down the computer, trying to look casual. The door swung open, and a tall figure stepped in. It was Lightning, his eyes immediately locking onto mine.


“What the hell are you doing here?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.


I stood up, trying to steady my nerves. “I need your help.


He stepped closer, his expression hard. “And why the hell would I help you hmm someone who just tampered with our shipment?”


I swallowed hard, knowing this was my only chance. “Because am in trouble, Nick”


He narrowed his eyes at me. “And what does that have to do with me? And stop calling me Nick. It’s Lightning to you, Lily,” he stated firmly.


I looked down, feeling the weight of his response. “Lightning, please,” I begged, my voice trembling.


He sighed, a hint of frustration in his eyes. “Fine. But you will fix our shipment problem after we’re done talking. You got that?” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.


I nodded, grateful for his grudging acceptance. “I got it.”


“Good,” he replied, stepping back and motioning for me to follow. “Let’s talk somewhere more private.”


I walked with him until we made our way to where the security guard was stationed.


“Hey, wait! The security, we’ll be caught!” I stated, my voice tinged with panic.


He grunted and kept walking.


I strolled behind him and then noticed the security guard slumped over at the side of the gate.


“Don’t worry, he’s just sleeping,” he stated.


I nodded and continued to follow until I heard the revving of engines up ahead as the rest of his MC crew stood on standby.


“Sir, what did you find out?” one of them asked.


“Don’t worry about it. We’re heading back,” Lightning replied.


“Prez, are you sure? What about the shipment?” Snake, one of the crew members, questioned.


“Don’t worry about it,” he said gruffly as he hopped on his bike, helping me on as well.


I held on tightly as the engine roared to life, and we sped off into the night. The wind whipped around us, but all I could think about was the danger I was dragging them into.


After a while, we pulled into the Wild Ridge Clubhouse Lightning helped me off the bike, and we made our way inside. The atmosphere was tense, filled with the smoky haze of cigarettes and the low hum of conversation.


He turned to me and said, “My office. You should remember where it is, or have you forgotten?” he stated, a hint of a challenge in his voice.


I met his gaze and nodded, making my way through the familiar halls of the clubhouse. Memories flooded back as I passed by rooms filled with the same faces, the same smells, and the same sense of raw intensity. It had been years, but nothing had really changed.


I pushed open the door to Lightning’s office and stepped inside. The room was just as I remembered: dark, cluttered, and filled with the scent of leather and tobacco. Lightning followed me in, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, and eyed me warily.


“Alright, Lily,” he said. “Start talking. What kind of trouble are you in?”