Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(60)

He holds his hands up. “I was just coming in to check on you. Now I’m leaving before Arrow—”

“What the f*ck?” comes the growl from behind us.

Great.

“Just leaving,” Tracker says, leaving in haste.

“How come every time I turn around that bastard is with you?” Arrow asks, his jaw tense.

“He’s my friend. Who puts my feelings first,” I can’t help but add.

“Fuck, you’re stubborn,” he adds, handing me a cold bottle of water.

“And you’re an *.”

“Never claimed I wasn’t.”

“I’m going to bed,” I say after I take a sip of water. I get comfortable, then turn to the side and close my eyes.

Arrow slides in and curses. “You’re f*ckin’ naked under here and Tracker was in here? I’m going to kill that f*cker.”

I inwardly roll my eyes.

I’m about to fall asleep—in that dreamy state just before you lose consciousness—when I hear him say in a soft voice, “I know you didn’t say or do what she said. You’re not a liar, Anna. But she’s all I have left of Mary. I feel responsible for her.”

His voice wavers a little when he says her name.





TWENTY-ONE

WHO was that man you were talking to at the bar?” I ask Arrow the next morning. I am still angry with him, but I am also curious. My curiosity wins out.

“You didn’t recognize him?” Arrow asks me. “He’s famous.”

“Nope. Who is he?”

“He’s a local legend. Rock star. Before your time, I suppose.”

“So you were with him the entire night and couldn’t even send me a message?”

He cuts his eyes to me at my tone. “We had some issues; I was busy. Now cut it out.”

“Cut what out?” I ask in a sugary-sweet tone.

“Being a bitch.”

Well, then.

I narrow my gaze on him. “Trust me, you haven’t seen me be a bitch yet.”

He rolls his eyes heavenward.

“God isn’t going to help you,” I mumble under my breath.

“Yes,” he replies, suddenly sounding amused. “I’m starting to see that.”

I pick up my piece of toast and devour it.

“Will you take me home, please?” I ask him once I’m done. Rake walks in, looking like he’d had a wild night.

“Is that a hickey on your neck?” I ask him. “Who were you with? A sixteen-year-old who wanted to show off that she’s sexually active?”

He isn’t amused. “Anna, not so f*ckin’ loud.”

I smirk. “You want me to make you some breakfast?”

He sets his puppy-dog eyes on me. “Would you?”

I stand. “Yes I would. Go take a shower. You stink.”

He leaves the room.

“Yeah, for him you’re sweet,” Arrow grumbles.

“Yes, well, Rake didn’t ditch me last night,” I snap. I remember the words he said to me last night about Janet being all that he has left of Mary, but I still feel like he shouldn’t have treated me the way he did. I also feel like Janet knows how guilty Arrow feels and is using it to her advantage.

“Anna, I told you—”

“What did you drop off with Janet that day we stopped at her house?” I ask him, wanting to see if my theory is correct. Janet is using Arrow, and I’m sure he’s been supporting her too.

“Why?” he asks, like it’s of no consequence.

“Answer the question, Arrow.”

He shrugs, playing it off. “She was behind on her rent.”

Aha! I knew it.

I turn my back on him to hide my expression and start to fry some eggs for Rake. Arrow comes up behind me and presses his front to my back. “You need to curb your jealousy, Anna.”

I scoff. “Like you can talk.”

“I’m a man.”

He is a man.

A man with a currently hard cock pressing into my ass.

But that is no excuse.

“Are you saying that just to piss me off?” I ask, purposely rubbing my ass against him.

“Darlin’, don’t fight with me for the sake of fighting, because you’re going to lose,” he whispers in my ear.

Two women walk by and Arrow calls them over. “Can you finish this breakfast off for Rake? Anna is about to become very busy.”

They nod.

Arrow leads me to his room, leaving the women to the task of feeding my brother. He slams the door behind him and sits on the bed, lifting me on his lap so I’m straddling him.

“Stop being angry about last night. I wasn’t choosing her over you, okay? She was Mary’s sister so I keep an eye on her, because I know Mary would want that. You’re strong, baby, she’s not.”

“I don’t deserve to be anything but first place, Arrow,” I tell him. “Janet lied. I would never say anything bad about Mary. I’ve only ever heard good things about her, especially from Faye. Janet is a manipulative bitch, and I’m not going to put up with her shit just because you have a soft spot for her.”

He licks his bottom lip. “You are my priority, Anna, and I’m sorry I’ve made you think otherwise. I’m telling you now, you’re who I want; I’m not f*ckin’ touching anyone else, and I don’t want to. Janet doesn’t mean shit compared to you. If I’m honest, it was my guilt taking care of her, since it was my fault Mary died.”