Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(57)

The truth was, I did want to see. But I didn’t want to get Tracker killed.

Vinnie walks over and takes a gulp of my vodka, then pours in some juice and hands me back the glass. “Thanks, Vinnie,” I tell him.

I pound the whole glass.

“That’s the spirit,” Rake says, wrapping an arm around me. “Let’s do a shot, then get out of here.”

I slam the glass down and nod.

Why not?

*

One of the prospects, Blade, drops us off at Rift. A few of them tried to argue with me and wanted to take their bikes, but I made a big scene over it. No drunk riding. When we walk in, the vibe in the club is different from last time. There are a lot of bikers around, and a lot more practically naked women. Tracker stands to my left, Rake to my right. I feel like I’m walking in with a group of bodyguards. I see Arrow standing at the bar, his back to me. He’s talking with a man I’ve never seen before, also wearing a cut. The conversation doesn’t look too friendly, and I don’t want to interrupt.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I tell Rake, raising my voice over the music. After having broken the seal before we left, I know I am going to have to pee a hundred times tonight. I do my business in the bathroom, then wash my hands in the sink. A woman walks in, and I realize she looks familiar. Where have I seen her before? I try to rack my brain but come up with nothing.

“I know you,” she says suddenly, smirking as she looks at her own reflection in the mirror. “You were waiting outside my house when Arrow came by.”

So that’s who she is. I remember now, Arrow said he had to make a stop while I waited by his bike outside.

I shrug. “That doesn’t mean you know me.”

Her lip twitches. “You’re nothing like Mary. I guess he went for her opposite this time.”

I pretend that doesn’t hurt, unwilling to let this woman see any weakness in me.

I stare her right in the eye. “If you have something to say, then say it.”

She smiles then. “Arrow won’t ever love anyone the way he loved my sister.”

She’s Mary’s sister? I didn’t see that one coming.

I force a smirk. “Why are you here, then? Trying to pick up your sister’s seconds?”

She raises her hand to hit me, but I catch her arm and twist it back.

“I’m not someone to f*ck with,” I grit out. “I’ve never said one bad word about your sister, and I never will. But if you want to be on my bad side, you’re going to need a whole f*ckin’ army to take me down, because I’m not like any other woman you know.”

“Let me go!” she gasps.

“Do you understand me?” I ask, steel in my tone.

She nods.

I let her go.

I check myself in the mirror, then glance at her one last time.

“Have a good night,” I tell her in a saccharine sweet tone.

Then I walk out, leaving her wide-eyed and cradling her arm.

Bitch.

The worst part is that I think she may be right.





TWENTY

WHEN I walk back to Tracker and Rake, Arrow finally notices me. He instantly storms over and pulls me into his big arms. I’m about to scold the shit out of him when his mouth lands on mine, kissing me quickly before pulling back and whispering into my ear, “I’ve missed you so f*ckin’ much. I’m sorry I didn’t call, I’ve been dealing with these f*cks and didn’t know when they would leave.”

He cups my face and kisses me again, cutting off anything I was about to say. “Do you want a drink?”

I shake my head. “No, I had enough of those.”

“Water?”

“Okay.”

He holds my hand and walks me back to the bar.

“Water,” he tells the bartender, then focuses his attention back to me. “You look f*ckin’ edible tonight, Anna.”

“I try,” I reply, grinning.

“You don’t need to try, you have a natural beauty most women could only dream of.”

“Well, aren’t you the charmer,” I reply, taking the bottle of water from his hand and opening the lid. I take a sip and let the cool, delicious water slide down my throat.

“So this is why you turned down our hospitality,” the man Arrow was talking to before says as he stares me up and down. “Beautiful woman.”

I don’t miss the way Arrow creeps closer to me. “Yes, she is, isn’t she?”

“She is right here,” I mutter.

The man smirks. He looks to be in his fifties but carries himself well for his age. “A firecracker.”

He can tell that from one sentence? The man must be a genius.

I see Mary’s sister out of the corner of my eye, but she turns away the second I look back at her.

Good.

Arrow runs his hand down my body, resting it on my lower back, almost on my ass. “We done here?” he asks the man, his eyes on me.

“I’ll meet up with Sin tomorrow to go over the details,” the man replies.

Arrow nods once sharply, then leads me to the dance floor. One hand cupping my jaw, the other on my hip, he kisses me, then moves to the music.

“I was mad at you.”

“I knew you would be.” He smirks. “And I thought I handled you pretty well.”