Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(23)

“Sephie?” What the f*ck kind of name was that?

“Persephone,” he explains.

“Oh, does she ever come in here? I’d like to meet her.”

Reid touches the scar on his cheek absently. “Sometimes. She’s on vacation right now in Scotland. But when she’s back she’s usually here harassing me and Ryan.”

“She sounds great,” I reply instantly.

“I think I have something that might cheer you up, by the way,” he announces, grinning. I watch as he walks to the fridge and opens the door.

“What?” I ask, following him and peering into it.

All lined up in a row were four bottles of blackberry juice.

“For me?” I ask, smiling widely.

He nods. “For you.”

“Reid,” I say, wrapping my arms around him and giving him a quick hug. “Thank you. I can’t believe you remembered!”

He starts to respond but stops when Arrow materializes in front of us.

“Summer know you’re flirting with other women when she’s not around?” Arrow asks, a muscle working in his jaw.

Reid scowls. “Summer knows I’d never do that, and I’m allowed to talk to my employees.”

He gives me a look I can’t interpret and walks off, leaving me with an angry-looking Arrow.

“What?” I ask.

“I don’t like you working here,” he grits out.

“So?”

“So? Men have been staring at your ass and tits all night, and I’m sick of it. I’m gonna have a talk with your brother because he sure as hell won’t like it either.”

“I can’t help it if men stare at me!”

He looks down at my chest. “Maybe cover up a little more?”

I look down at my top, which is a V-neck but hardly revealing. “What do you want me to wear? A turtleneck?”

He nods. “I think that’s a f*ckin’ fantastic idea.”

He was insane.

Certifiably insane.

I tuck a loose lock of hair behind my ear and lean my face closer to his. “This is my life. You don’t get to control it. Who are you to me, Arrow? My brother’s friend and my babysitter. Nothing more and nothing less. How dare you tell me what to wear. I’m not even dressed slutty, and it’s not illegal to show a tiny bit of cleavage!”

He stares at me for a moment, the air around us thick with tension. Finally he takes a step back and says, “You know what, you’re absolutely right.”

I watch as he walks up to Tracker, tells him something, and then leaves the bar. But he doesn’t leave alone. He grabs Miss Divorced on his way out, making sure to palm her ass so everyone can see. I make a sound deep in my throat, unable to mask the hurt, ignoring the curious stares from the other bikers. What did I expect? I pushed him and now he is going to f*ck another woman. Maybe this was for the best? Maybe it would make it easier for me to forget him and move on, because I’m certainly not one to share.

I force a smile and continue serving drinks for the rest of the night, trying to push Arrow out of my mind.

And failing.

A million questions are running through my head, a million different scenarios.

Did he take her back to the clubhouse?

Is she staying the night?

Was he touching her right now?

Apparently I liked to torture myself.

When two a.m. hits it’s time for me to go home.

“Let’s go, Anna Bell,” Tracker calls out. I look to Reid, who nods his head, so I clock out and grab my handbag, then walk up to Tracker.

“I’m ready,” I tell him, biting the inside of my cheek as he pats his companion on the ass.

“You okay to ride?” I ask him, not wanting to get on the bike with him if he is drunk.

“I had two beers,” he replies. “I’m fine.”

I bite my bottom lip but nod my head.

“You got something to say to me?” he asks quietly, tilting his head to the side. “Come on, Anna Bell. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I ask, brows furrowing.

“Like I just told you your dog is dead,” he replies, pulling on my ponytail gently.

I shrug.

“Not like you to hold back,” he murmurs, studying me.

“Okay,” I start. “Out of all the men I know, I thought you were the good one. Yes, slightly stupid, but the best one. Now I’m not so sure. I need to reassess the situation.”

He blinks. “Did you just call me slightly stupid?”

I smirk at him. “You’re with Allie, aren’t you?”

Tracker shakes his head. “You better not be talking like this to any of the other men—they won’t take your shit. Lucky for you, I consider us friends.”

He emphasizes the word friends, as in, I’m not acting like much of one right now. I step forward and lay my head on his chest. “I don’t like cheaters.”

“Not your business. You know the rules. And I didn’t cheat. You didn’t see my dick out, now did you?”

I slap at his arm. “No need to be so crude.”

“Anna, you need to get used to this shit, I’m not gonna lie. This life isn’t always pretty, but it is what it is, and we don’t judge each other. So I don’t need your judgment right now, all right? You don’t even like Allie, why you giving me a hard time?”