Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(12)

I won’t.

“Arrow, seriously! My jeans are falling down!”

I can feel a cold breeze on my ass.

He puts me down, grabs my nape, and steers me toward the car. “Maybe next time you should wear jeans that don’t show your ass.”

I wisely ignore his comment. “Where’s Rake?”

“He’s inside talking to the manager,” he replies, his warm breath on my neck giving me thoughts I shouldn’t be having.

I’m pissed at him!

Control yourself, Anna.

“Is that how you found out we were here?” I ask, straightening my posture as he removes his warm hand from my neck.

“Yep,” he replies, sounding almost cheerful about that fact. “We told them to keep an eye out. The second you entered, we got a text.”

“If any of you brutes so much as look at Lana the wrong way—”

“Lana is fine,” Arrow replies calmly. “Retract your claws.”

“I’m serious! She’s not used to your overbearing, assholish ways.”

“And you are?” he asks as he opens the backseat door.

I give him a pointed look. “Rake is my brother. I’ve been dealing with him my whole life.”

“That’s a nice way to put it,” he muses, lip twitching.

I fume. “You guys need a life. Find something better to do on a Saturday night.”

He sighs, and then his signature scowl returns. “Trust me, I was busy. Had a fine-looking woman on her knees, my cock deep in her throat, when Rake called me, telling me we had to go find his little sister. So don’t push me right now.”

My mouth drops open.

“Well, don’t let me keep you. I’m sure she’s a real catch,” I manage to get out. Like I needed that image. Bastard.

And screw the whore too, whoever she is.

I look away from him and am about to get in the car, wanting to leave his presence, when I see someone I never wanted to see again, in my life.

Ever.

I quickly look around for Rake, hoping he doesn’t remember what he looks like.

Jacob.

Fuckity f*ck.

Jacob was the guy I dated in high school. I was fifteen and just entering the dating world. Rake pretty much scared off most of the boys who looked my way, but Jacob was different. He was two years older than me, and a year older than Rake. He was good-looking, with blond hair, hazel eyes, and he had a six-pack. Now, back in those days, a boy having a six-pack at that age was a big thing. It was like winning the lottery. So when Jacob asked me out, I was thrilled. He was a popular boy, liked by all the girls, and into sports. When Rake found out about the date, however, he wasn’t so happy. In fact, he told me I wouldn’t be going.

I begged.

He said no.

I cried.

He gave in and said yes.

But there were conditions.

He told me he would be meeting Jacob before the date and waiting up for me to come home, and if I was home even a second later than ten, he was beating the shit out of my date.

His words, not mine.

I agreed. Deep down inside I liked that Rake was looking out for me, so I never argued when he placed rules on me. I was a young girl with no father and a mother who didn’t give a shit, so when Rake cared, I needed that.

He met with Jacob before my date, and I could tell he didn’t like him. But me, being young, idealistic, and na?ve, thought he was a great guy. We went to dinner and the movies, and then he dropped me back at my house. The problem was, we came home early. Rake was expecting us at ten, and we were home at nine. What I didn’t know was, Rake was seeing a girl of his own and was planning on coming home by nine thirty to make sure he was here to see that I was home safely. So when Jacob walked me to the door and asked to come in for a drink, I didn’t think anything of it. I’d called for Rake when we’d walked through the house but soon realized we were alone. I got him his drink and we sat on the couch, where he kissed me. I was okay with the kissing. It was when his hands went wandering that I told him no, I wasn’t ready. But the bastard didn’t listen. Rake came home just in time to stop something that could have been a hell of a lot worse than it was. Still, he blamed himself for not being there earlier. I remember just being happy I still had my virginity.

As if sensing someone watching him, Jacob turns and looks in my direction.

At me.

He studies me for a few tense moments, grins slowly. Not a friendly grin. No, more like a leer.

Yep—he saw me.

Fuck.

Creepy bastard.

“Who’s that guy you’re staring at?” Arrow rumbles from behind me.

I turn around, putting my back to Jacob. “No idea.”

“Then why you f*ckin’ watching him?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“Maybe I think he’s good-looking,” I manage to get out, the words tasting like acid on my tongue.

Arrow stares at Jacob, but I don’t turn around to see if Jacob is staring back. If he was smart he wouldn’t, but he’s not. At least, he never used to be.

“Will Rake know who he is?” he finally asks. “I don’t like the way he’s looking at you right now.”

Shit.

I start to feel panicked. “Please, don’t tell him, Arrow. Rake will kill him! Do you want my brother to go to jail?”