Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(14)

No one brings up what happened, and I for one am grateful.

I look out the window, just wanting to get home. I sit there for about ten minutes before the silence is broken.

“What did you learn today, Anna Bell?” Tracker asks me in a cheerful, condescending tone.

My hands turn to fists. “To find out what businesses you guys own and avoid them at all costs.”

Laughter from everyone except Arrow and a sleeping Lana.

“Where are we dropping them off?” Arrow asks Rake.

“Clubhouse,” he replies curtly. “They can both sleep in Anna’s room.”

“Take me home,” I demand, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t want to go to the clubhouse.”

I’m ignored.

I turn to Tracker. “Lana’s never been to the clubhouse, don’t make her go.”

Tracker sighs. “It’s not a big deal. She should get used to us.”

I watch as he smiles down at Lana.

“You gonna sic Allie on her then? Lana’s too sweet to even be in the same vicinity as that bitch,” I grit out, losing my temper.

“Anna,” Rake warns. “Stay out of it.”

I can feel Tracker staring at me, but I don’t look at him.

“No one is going to hurt Lana,” he finally says.

I scoff and shake my head. He already is, and he doesn’t even know it.

“Anna, I promise you no one will hurt Lana. Allie included,” my brother interjects, his voice losing its steel. “Besides, I know what you’re capable of.”

“What the f*ck does that mean?” Arrow asks, deciding to speak.

Rake shrugs. “My baby sis is badass.”

The men chuckle.

Once again, I don’t.

Growing up in a neighborhood so bad you had to learn to defend yourself isn’t something to be proud of, at least in my eyes. I became even more badass after Jacob, I guess you could say. I refused to be a victim again. I am proud of being a fighter, a survivor, but sometimes it gets exhausting being your own hero. Rake was there for me but he couldn’t always be with me, so I had to watch my own back.

When the car comes to a stop, Tracker carries out Lana, and I walk behind them, ignoring Arrow and Rake. I can feel their eyes on me as I walk in front of them, but we all remain quiet. Loud music blasts through the clubhouse, but I ignore everyone and everything. As we enter my room, Tracker pulls the blanket down and tucks Lana in, then turns to me with a Don’t start look on his face.

I shrug. I don’t need to say anything. It’s obvious he has some kind of fascination with Lana, but he also has a crazy girlfriend he’s apparently been with for years now. When he leaves the room, I lock the door behind him, strip down to my panties, and climb in next to Lana.

I will deal with all this shit tomorrow.

*

Tomorrow comes sooner than I would have hoped. Lana is still asleep when I wake up to take a shower but then realize that I don’t have any clothes here. I know I should have left some, but to be honest, I didn’t ever plan on crashing here. With a towel wrapped around me, I peek my head outside, hoping to see Rake. Of course, my luck isn’t that good, and instead of finding my brother I find Arrow.

“Where’s Rake?” I ask him, the ends of my damp hair dripping down my back.

“Why?” he asks, tilting his head and staring at my body. At least what he could see of it.

“I need to borrow something to wear,” I explain, pointing to my towel-clad body.

Arrow stands, and it’s then I realize he’s wearing nothing except a pair of shorts, sitting low on his lean hips. I blink slowly as I take him in, ripped abs, broad shoulders, muscular arms and pecs that I wouldn’t mind sinking my teeth into. Don’t get me started on that beard again. It’s f*cking sexy.

“You done?” he asks in a low tone I’ve never heard him use before.

I clear my throat. “I need clothes.”

“I got that,” he says, scratching his chest lazily. “I was waiting for you to finish eye-f*cking me.”

“I wasn’t—”

He walks away. Rude.

So rude.

But then he comes back, holding a white T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

“Thank you,” I say softly, taking the items from his hand. His fingers touch mine, and something passes between us. I know he feels it too, because he pulls his hand back like it’s on fire.

“I mean it, Arrow,” I rasp. “Thank you, for last night with Jacob.”

He bobs his head. “Don’t thank me, Anna. Rake isn’t the only one who wanted to kill him.”

“But you didn’t,” I say. “And thanks for not saying anything or making it a big deal.”

He sighs. “Your brother knows what happened, but I told him you didn’t want to talk about it and that I handled it.”

Which is why I appreciated it so much.

“I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Anna,” he says quietly.

I swallow. “Okay then. Maybe we could—”

He cuts me off. What was I going to say anyway? Maybe we could hang out sometime?

Christ.

“Don’t open the door in your towel again, Anna,” he rasps. “Some of the men might take it as an invitation.”