Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(47)

I glance around Knox’s Tavern once, then look at Faye as she hands me a shot glass. This wasn’t exactly how I pictured the night going, but I just pretend our every move isn’t being scrutinized and try to enjoy the drinks.

“I love this song!” Faye calls out, doing an exaggerated grinding move that has me laughing. She drags me to the dance floor, and it’s not long before her man is there, grabbing her by the hips and looking like he wants to f*ck her right here on the dance floor. I head back to the bar, feeling like a third wheel, and sit in front of Reid.

“When you getting your ass back to work?” he asks.

“Why?” I reply. “Do you miss me?”

He grins and pours me another shot. “I just don’t want to have to train anyone else.”

I roll my eyes. “You love me. Admit it, Reid Knox, badass MMA fighter. You luuurvvve me.”

He pulls the shot back. “On second thought, maybe you’ve had enough.”

I lean closer. “I have a question. What do you know about that Talon dude?”

Reid seems to know everything about everyone.

His eyebrows raise. “Talon?”

“Wild Men Talon,” I explain further.

Reid studies me for a few tense seconds. “I know that no one will be happy you’re asking about him.”

I shrug. “I’m curious. He wasn’t a bad guy—you know, kidnapping aside.”

Reid scrubs a hand down his face. “So happy you’re not my sister.”

I gape. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Maybe because you’re a troublemaker,” he suggests.

I pout. “Where’s Ryan? He’s nicer.”

He chuckles at that. “It’s his wedding anniversary, so he’s out spoiling his wife. How’s Arrow?”

I narrow my eyes. “What about Arrow?”

He doesn’t reply, just gives me a How stupid do you think I am? look.

“Does everyone know?” I grumble.

“Everyone except Rake.”

Okay, that makes me feel like total shit. I don’t want everyone except Rake to know. Rake should be the first to know. Even though Arrow and I haven’t really made anything official and won’t until Rake knows, it still feels wrong, and I don’t like it. Arrow better talk to Rake tonight. Surely the strippers will have him in a more amicable mood. Arrow should buy him a lap dance or something.

“Nothing is going on . . . yet,” I evade.

“You better be back here tomorrow night,” Reid says, changing the subject, which I appreciated.

“I’ll be here,” I tell him. “I actually like working at this place.”

“Well, lucky me then,” he says with a smirk, then walks off to serve a customer. When someone wraps their arms around me from behind, I elbow them in the stomach out of instinct.

“Ouch,” Tracker says, lifting up his shirt and rubbing his hand over an impressive set of abs.

“Like that hurt,” I say. “You just want to show off your sexy abs.”

He smiles and puts his hand out. “It’s nice to be appreciated. Want to dance?”

I give him my hand. “Lead the way.”

We enter the dance floor and Tracker immediately pulls me into him. I raise my eyebrow at his apparent lack of boundaries, but he just flashes me a boyish grin and starts to dance.

“Where’s the old ball and chain?” I say into his ear so he can hear me.

He waves his hand in the air dismissively. “Fuck her.”

I shake my head and start to move in sync with him to the music. Tracker turns out to be a good dancer. He moves his hips in a bump and grind that has me seeing exactly what Lana sees in him.

Holy hell, he’s sex on a stick.

One minute I’m pressed against Tracker, the next minute I’m pulled away from his body and pushed behind Arrow. I hear Arrow angrily say something to Tracker, a lot of swearing involved, and then he’s dragging me out of the bar by my wrist.

“What the f*ck happened?” I ask when we’re standing by his bike, lifting my hand to touch his swollen cheek.

He moves his face away. “While I’m with your brother, trying my f*ckin’ best for us to be together without losing him, you’re here, pressed up against another one of my brothers?”

Okay, he’s angry.

And even though it was an innocent dance, he does have a point.

His chest is heaving up and down and the look he’s giving me makes me want to cringe.

I need to apologize.

“Arrow—”

“You better be worth all this shit, Anna,” he says through clenched teeth. “Mary would have never—”

My gasp stops him in his tracks. I can’t f*cking believe he went there. I just can’t.

“Well, unfortunately, Arrow, Mary isn’t here,” I snap, my chest tightening. “But I am. I was sitting alone and Tracker asked me to dance. As a friend, so I wasn’t bored out of my mind. You’re the only one I have eyes for, even though you’re usually a dick! You know I would never even think about being with someone other than you. I’m f*ckin’ crazy about you!”

His mood instantly changes, lightening the air around us. “Anna, I—”

I hold up my hand. “I’m going to try and enjoy the rest of my night.”