Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(28)

I squeal as he suddenly lifts me onto the bike. “You’d be guessing right.”

What’s the bet they’ll be back together tomorrow? That’s how their relationship seems to be. Two people who were never meant to be together yet stuck with each other because they’d gotten too comfortable. But hey, who am I to judge? I didn’t even have anyone special in my life. Maybe Tracker just didn’t want to be alone and Allie was a sure bet who knew his lifestyle and didn’t have a problem with it.

When we arrive at the clubhouse, Arrow walks out to greet us. “Hey, Anna.”

I look around. He’s talking to me now?

“Hey, Arrow,” I say, a little unsure. I walk in with him and Tracker on either side of me. No one is around, for which I’m grateful. “Where is everyone?”

“Getting ready to go on a run,” Arrow replies, opening my room door for me. I walk in and toss my handbag on the bed before flopping onto the mattress.

“So who’s going to be here? How is this safe when no one is even here, and what exactly is the danger anyway?” I ask.

He closes the door and comes and sits next to me on my bed. “I’m staying, and a few of the prospects are staying. Everyone else is needed.”

“Why do you get to stay?” I ask, looking into his eyes.

“Just because,” he answers a little gruffly. “It’s my turn to stay behind.”

“And the danger? If you say club business I swear I’ll scream.”

A lip twitch. “Something’s going down, that’s all you need to know. If another MC sees a weakness, they will take that opportunity to use it against us and we can’t take the chance. Because of where you work, people know you belong to the club, and they might use that to their advantage.”

I remember Reid saying something similar.

“Why do they call you Arrow?” I blurt out, something I’ve been wondering for a while now. Is he good with a bow and arrow? Maybe he has an arrow tattoo. For some reason he finds the question really amusing, his eyes sparkling with humor. I can tell he’s trying not to laugh.

It’s a good look on him.

Really good.

Damn him, he isn’t making this easy on me.

“If you ask Faye, I’m sure she will tell you why,” he starts. “But she would be wrong.”

“What does Faye think?” I ask, assuming it’s going to be something dirty. Has he been with Faye? In my mind I picture myself strangling her.

He smirks. “Doesn’t matter what she thinks, the truth is much less interesting.”

“Well, come on,” I say, nudging him with my shoulder. “Keep going.”

“My surname,” he says.

“Arrow is your surname?”

He shakes his head. “My surname is Arrowsmith. Killian Arrowsmith.”

I bite my bottom lip. “You’re right, that is boring.”

He laughs this time. “I know. I think Faye’s story is a lot more creative.”

I make a note to find out just what that is.

“Why are you in such a good mood?” I ask him, feeling suspicious. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this lighthearted, especially around me. “You’re usually grumpy.”

He stands up and holds out his hand. “A man’s not allowed to be in a good mood now and again?”

I place my hand in his large callused one. I wonder if this Jill is the reason for his sudden happiness. That thought instantly kills my good mood. “What are you doing, Arrow? You’ve stayed away from me all this time and suddenly we’re best friends?”

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you for the next few days. Don’t make this difficult,” he says, letting go of my hand as he opens the door.

“Is Lana going to be safe?”

“Lana isn’t on anyone’s radar, of course she’s safe,” he says patiently. “Come on. Faye wanted to see you as soon as you got here.”

“I don’t know Faye.”

“I know; that’s why she wants to get to know you.”

“Why?”

He looks at me then. “’Cause you’re family, darlin’.”

Well, when he says it like that, it doesn’t sound so bad after all.

“It’s a little weird being around her,” I admit to him.

“Why?” he asks, studying me.

“I don’t know,” I say, shuffling my feet.

“Tell me the real reason, Anna. You know you can trust me,” he cajoles, his expression not giving away anything.

I wring my hands together. “Fine, but don’t repeat this.”

“You know I won’t.”

I expel a deep sigh. “She knows my own brother better than I do, and he’s closer to her, so it’s . . . I don’t know.”

I can’t believe I just admitted that out loud. Nothing like letting a man with the power to break you see your weakness.

Arrow’s eyes flare in realization. “Your brother f*ckin’ adores you, Anna, don’t worry about anything else. You let Faye in, she’ll be a good friend to you. Trust me.”

My phone rings. Damien’s name flashes on-screen.

Arrow sees it.

“Who the f*ck is Damien?” he asks, in an even tone filled with restrained anger.