Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(27)

Rake sighs heavily and scrubs a hand down his face. I notice his knuckles are busted up again. “You’re my sister, I can’t even think about you—”

“Fucking?” I add dryly.

He grimaces. “Yes, that.”

“Well, I’m your sister and I don’t want to know about you being into bondage and shit, but I still hear it around, don’t I? And I’m alive.”

“No men are allowed in the clubhouse unless they’re a brother,” Sin says as he grabs another beer from the fridge.

“Maybe I’ll just hook up with a brother, then,” I say casually, ignoring the four pointed glares I instantly receive.

“That’s not happening,” Rake adds. “No f*ckin’ way.”

“Why? Your own club brothers not good enough for me?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

“No one is, Anna,” Rake replies. “No one is good enough for you.”

My eyes widen. He actually believes that.

“This is all about what happened with Jacob, isn’t it? You need to let that go, Adam! He didn’t get to hurt me! You saved me, and I’ll always be thankful for that, but now you need to trust that I can protect myself.”

I realize I call him Adam every time I get emotional.

I watch as his expression turns fierce, his eyes sparking with anger. “Don’t even say that f*cker’s name to me! He’s lucky to be breathing, and only it’s thanks to you he is!”

Okay, bad idea bringing up Jacob. The atmosphere in the room is now even more tense, and filled with scowling pissed-off alpha males.

Note to self: never bring up Jacob again.

The men glance at one another but stay silent.

“What about Tracker?” I ask, choosing him because he’s the safest. “Maybe I want to f*ck him.”

“Thanks for that, Anna Bell.” Tracker grimaces.

I fight a smile. “I’m sorry, you were the first person I thought of.”

“Not happening,” Arrow seethes, finally speaking again. “Not f*cking happening.”

Ha! So he doesn’t want me, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have me either.

I look around at all their varying expressions and roll my eyes. “I was trying to make a point.”

Sin looks at my brother. “Like I said, give her some space, Rake, she isn’t a kid.”

Rake’s eyes harden, but he doesn’t say anything.

“She might actually want to come to the clubhouse if you give her a little freedom,” Tracker adds, earning himself a glare from both Arrow and Rake.

“You’re no one’s club whore, Anna,” Rake says between clenched teeth. “I won’t have it.”

I put my hand on his shoulder. “I know that! You’re missing the point here.”

He shakes his head. “No brothers. But I’ll lay off you dating anyone else. As long as he’s good to you.”

There was no one I was interested in besides Arrow, but at least it was something. My eyes find his to see him already watching me, a scowl etched on his face.

I nod, keeping my gaze trained on Arrow but answering Rake. “Deal.”

Arrow didn’t want me, so what the hell? I just saved the next man I dated from my brother and his goons.

It’s the small things in life.

“But, Anna . . .” my brother adds. “If they hurt you, they die. Painfully.”

*

I bend over, leaning on my knees, laughing so hard that I have to gasp for air.

“What did I miss?” Ryan asks as he walks in carrying a huge box in his hands.

My laughs turn to giggles as I look over at Summer, who is shaking her head at me, covering her mouth with her hand. “Nothing much, just the usual.”

He raises an eyebrow and places the box down on the floor. “This is the usual?”

Summer shrugs and leans back against the bar. “Dude, it’s dead. We have to amuse ourselves somehow, so we were doing a quiz.”

Summer had brought in one of those girly magazines and we were having a good laugh over this month’s quiz: Is He All Man, or Part Pansy? Ryan picks up the magazine and reads one of the questions. “Is it okay for a man to go to the movies alone?”

Summer looks at me and starts laughing again.

I look at Ryan and shrug. “What? I was just saying, who cares if a man goes to the movies alone. As long as he doesn’t have his hand down his pants, it’s okay with me.”

Ryan blinks, then starts laughing too. “You’re something else, Anna.”

My shift goes by quickly, and then Tracker is here to take me to the clubhouse. My stuff is already there. I walk up to Tracker with a smile on my face until I see his own. He has a red scratch mark down his jaw, fingernails by the look of it.

“What did you do?” I ask, cupping his jaw for a closer inspection. “You let that bitch hit you?”

He walks with me to his bike before he speaks. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Since you can’t hit a woman, can I do it for you?”

He smirks. “Thank you for wanting to defend my honor, Anna Bell, but don’t worry about Allie. I’m done with her.”

“I’m guessing she didn’t take it well,” I say in a dry tone.