Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(11)

“This place is packed,” Lana says, looking around. “It’s pretty awesome though.”

I nod. “It is.”

Fifteen minutes later I’m giving our drinks order to one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen in my life. He has a scar on his face, but it doesn’t take away his masculine appeal.

“Two vodkas with blackberry juice, please.”

“We don’t have blackberry juice,” he replies, leaning forward and flashing me an odd look. Does no one order that here?

“Orange juice?”

He nods.

“Please.”

I hand Lana her drink and turn back to the bartender. “You wouldn’t happen to be hiring, would you?”

I need a job to make some of my own money. Rake keeps putting money into my account, telling me it’s no problem and that he has a lot saved, but I don’t want to use it. It’s just sitting there in my account and I plan to return every cent to him.

Mr. Sexy tilts his head and studies me. “You ever worked in a bar before?”

“Well, no—”

“Then, no, we’re not hiring,” he replies, cutting me off.

Jerk.

Lana speaks up. “She’s a scientist, I’m sure she can mix a few drinks.”

He doesn’t look impressed, even though I’m totally overqualified for this job.

A beautiful woman walks up behind the man, looking flustered. “Reid, we need to hire someone else; this is insane.”

Reid? Hot name for a hot man. Shame he’s kind of rude. His eyes soften when they land on her, his whole expression changing.

That’s love, right there. I wonder if I’ll ever see a look like that pointed in my direction.

“I know, babe,” he says in a gentler tone than he used with me.

She glances at me, and I grin widely. “I’m looking for a job.”

*

“I’m so old,” I mutter as I look at the time on my phone. One a.m. and I’m ready to go home. It’s kind of sad really. I look for Lana, who is currently on the dance floor with some guy. I don’t know who was more shocked when she said yes to his invitation, me or her. I’m assuming the many drinks she’s consumed have something to do with it. I, on the other hand, stopped drinking at bar two and am now ridiculously sober. I guess one of us had to be the responsible one. Who knew it was gonna be me? I sit back on the barstool and look around, my eyes widening when I see a familiar face. Everyone around him gives him a wide berth, and with good reason. Behind him trails Tracker and my brother.

Fuck.

“What are you doing here?” I ignore Arrow and ask Rake, who is staring at me through narrowed eyes.

Rake’s lips tighten. “You didn’t tell me you were going out tonight.”

“And I shouldn’t have to.”

Rake glances around the bar. “You know who owns this place, right?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

Arrow grins, all teeth. “We do.”

I try to act like I’m not surprised. The bar is called Rift and, according to Lana, only just opened last week. We’d been here for about an hour, our third stop for the night. “So? Am I not allowed to be here? Last I checked, it is a free country.”

“What the f*ck?” Tracker growls. I look at him to see him staring out at the dance floor. Guess he spotted Lana, and I don’t like the way he’s looking at her.

Not one bit.

“Leave her alone, she deserves some fun,” I tell him, my tone letting him know I am serious.

“Anna, if you’re going out, let us know. I don’t want to have to be worrying about where you are every weekend,” Rake tells me, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

I grit my teeth. “Rake, I’ve been on my own for a long time. You don’t have to treat me like a f*cking baby.”

I get that he cares, but seriously? I’m not a kid anymore, I can take care of my damn self. Do I want my brother’s attention? Yes. Do I want to be a part of his life? Of course. What I don’t want is to be under his thumb. I know he is looking after me the only way he knows how, to protect me and make sure no harm comes my way, but I don’t want to be told where to go, or to have to check in with him to let him know my every move.

Or even more ridiculous—ask for approval.

I watch as Rake’s face turns to stone. “You’re going home. Now.”

“The f*ck I am!” I yell, even though I was planning on leaving anyway.

Rake gives Arrow and Tracker a look.

They both grin, evil glints in their eyes.

Tracker heads to the dance floor while Arrow lifts me in the air and throws me over his shoulder.

My mouth drops open in shock, while my body reacts to being pressed against his.

Okay, maybe it’s time to go.





FOUR

PUT me down, you rat bastard!” I yell, pummeling my fists on his ass. It’s a very nice ass, but still, that’s beside the point.

This is ridiculous.

And embarrassing.

Tracker puts Lana in the car. Unlike me, she never resisted when she was escorted out. However, I know that if I give in now, they will think they can do shit like this all the time. They will try to control my life. I can’t let that happen.