Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(65)

Thank goodness for that.

I open my mouth to speak when someone takes the seat next to me.

“Hey,” Talon says, swiping my plate and taking a bite of my food.

I stare at him with my mouth hanging open.

“Ummm, Anna?”

I look at Lana and clear my throat. “Lana, this is Talon, my kidnapper. Talon, this is Lana, my best friend. Keep staring at her like that and I’ll stick my fork in your eye.”

Talon smiles. “Nice to meet you, Lana.”

Lana doesn’t look so thrilled. “You’re the one who kidnapped her?”

“Well, Ranger actually did the kidnapping, if you want to get technical. I was just—”

“My babysitter,” I interject.

He nods. “Right. We had some good times, didn’t we, Anna?”

I don’t bother to comment. “May I ask what you’re doing here?”

He shrugs and leans back, his arm casually hanging on the back of the chair. “Was walking by and saw you, wanted to say hello.”

Blade walks in then and sees Talon. His face turns to stone. Before I can even blink, he has his phone to his ear. Probably calling Arrow.

“Arrow is going to be pissed, Talon: you need to get out of here.”

He gives me a weird look. “Do you love him, Anna?”

I swallow. “Why would you ask me that?”

“It’s important.”

“It’s also none of your business,” I snap, wondering what the hell his game is.

He’s quiet for a few seconds before he speaks. “I need to talk to Arrow.”

“So you’re using me again to get the club’s attention? This whole me-being-used-as-a-pawn thing is really getting old.”

He sighs and crooks his head from side to side. “You’re a lot more than that, Anna, trust me.”

“More nonanswers. Just what I f*ckin’ need.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Quite a mouth on you.”

Blade sits down opposite Talon and glances around. “What do you want? Leave the women out of it.”

“I’m not going to hurt the women,” he says, glancing sideways at me. “I want a word with Arrow.”

“Why?” Blade asks.

“That’s between me and Arrow,” Talon fires back.

“He’ll be here,” Blade says, his eyes on me. “And he won’t be happy you involved Anna.”

“I’m not a threat to Anna.”

Lana gives me a wide-eyed look. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to date a biker after all.”

“Smart move,” I mutter.

Talon flashes a charming smile at her. “Oh, come on now, we’re not all that bad.”

Lana purses her lips. “Right.”

Talon sighs. “I miss the old days where women were afraid of me.”

I grin at that. “I’m sure they still will be, just find ones who aren’t badass like Lana and me.”

He messes my hair. “You are kind of badass, aren’t you?”

“Get your f*ckin’ hands off her,” Blade grits out, his face going red.

Oh, dear.

I can see this escalating fast.

Blade’s phone rings, and he looks to Talon. “He’s out front.”

Talon looks down at me, a sad expression flashing on his face. “Take care, Anna.”

My brows furrow. What am I missing here? Something is going on, but I haven’t the slightest idea what it could be.

“Both of you stay here,” Blade says, following Talon outside.

“Holy shit,” Lana mumbles.

I slide my plate back from Talon’s side and take a bite of my salad.

“How can you eat at a time like this?” Lana whisper-yells.

I put my fork down. “What do you want to do?”

She stands up, grabbing her handbag. “Let’s go and see what’s going on.”

I follow her to the front window, where she sticks her face against the glass.

People in the café start to stare.

“Seriously, Lana?”

She turns her head around. “What? All I can see is Talon and Arrow standing next to their bikes, talking.”

I grab her hand and we walk outside.

I see Arrow shaking his head, and Talon reaching into his pocket and pulling out some papers. Arrow glances at them, then slams them against Talon’s chest. Arrow looks down at the ground, while Talon’s lips keep moving, obviously telling him something.

What the hell is going on?

I look at Lana, who looks even more confused than I, then back at Arrow in time to see him punch Talon square in the face. I try to run to him, but Blade appears and holds me back. Talon doesn’t hit Arrow back, but for some reason he looks . . . almost pleased?

Arrow notices us standing there, and storms over, not even looking at me.

“Get them home,” he demands to Blade. “Now.”

Then he walks back to his bike, gets on it, and rides away.

Talon watches him leave, then does the same.

“Come on,” Blade says, herding us into the car.

We drop Lana off first, then drive back to the clubhouse.

I sit on our bed, and wait for Arrow to come home and explain.