Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(68)

He licks his bottom lip. “Nothing. I need a drink. You want a refill?”

He’s already drunk, and I don’t think he needs another, but I don’t say anything. I haven’t seen him drink this much since we first met. I didn’t miss the worried look Rake sent me when he saw Arrow earlier either. Everyone knows something’s up with him, but we don’t know what. He won’t talk, and no one wants to push him, but something has to give.

He stands up with his hands on my waist. “Don’t move from here, okay? I’ll be right back.”

I nod and take his seat as he goes to the kitchen.

“Hey,” Faye says, dropping into the next seat. “Arrow said you needed some company. I feel so old; I’m seriously ready to go to sleep.”

“Who’s looking after Clover?” I ask, smiling.

“Dex’s mother,” she replies, wrinkling her nose.

“You don’t like her?”

She shrugs. “More like she doesn’t like me. I used to date Dex’s younger brother.”

My eyes flare. “That sounds like quite a story. The longer version, please.”

She laughs. “How long do you have?”

I look around. “Apparently all night.”

She smiles and tells me everything that happened—it was quite a story. We talk for another half an hour and then Faye leaves in search of Dex.

When Arrow still hasn’t returned, I’m about to go and find him when a man walks up to me. I look around for a familiar face but see no one. The man takes the seat next to me, eyes roaming my body, his mouth curved in a wicked grin.

“What’s a classy woman like you doing here?” he asks.

I don’t know what to say to that. The man is wearing a cut, so he’s obviously a member.

I sip my drink. “Just enjoying the party, waiting for my man to get back.”

He smirks. “If I was your man I wouldn’t leave you sitting alone at a party like this.”

I force a smile. “I was just going to find him actually, but nice to meet you.”

Lie, Anna.

He puts his hand on my back. “If you don’t find him, I’m sure I can show you a good time.”

I practically run to the kitchen.

When I’m passing the game room I bump into someone.

Janet.

I can’t seem to catch a break.

“Still here?” she sneers.

“Apparently so,” I muse. “Now get the f*ck out of my way.”

She smirks. “It’s cute that you trust Arrow so much. If it were me, I wouldn’t even let him out of my sight.”

“Well, good thing I’m not you then.”

I don’t like the smug look on her face.

“You know, even with how much Arrow loved Mary, he wasn’t faithful to her. At all. He f*cked other women all the time. So what chance do you have?”

Janet walks off, leaving me wide-eyed in shock.

Arrow wasn’t faithful to Mary, the woman he claims to have loved so much?

I don’t know how to process that right now.

I continue to the kitchen, where I find Arrow sitting there alone. He’s staring down into his drink like it holds all life’s answers. Then suddenly he lifts the glass and throws it across the room.

I jump.

“Arrow?” I say, stepping into the room. “What’s wrong?”

He expels a deep sigh, leaning forward and rubbing the back of his head in frustration. I stand in front of him and tilt his head back, framing his face with my hands. My thumbs gently caress his jaw as I speak. “You can talk to me, you know. About anything. I won’t judge you.”

“As soon as something good happens in my life, I somehow f*ck it up, even if it was just a cruel twist of f*ckin’ fate.”

I freeze. “What does that even mean?”

He pushes my hands away from his face and stands, looking hollow. “Go back into the room and lock the door, Anna.”

“What?” I ask, my face scrunching in confusion. “What are you going to do?”

“Just have a talk with the brothers, then come to bed. I just need a minute.”

“Okay,” I say, hesitantly leaving the kitchen, and retreating to our bedroom.

However, when he’s not back in the room after an hour, I start to worry. I didn’t like that look on his face, especially when I didn’t know why it was there. So I go in search of him. When I step back into the game room, I see him there, talking to Tracker and Rake.

The conversation looks intense.

A second later, a woman walks over to him and sits down on his lap. Like a spell is broken by her presence, the men all stop talking, looking lost in their own thoughts.

Arrow doesn’t push the woman off him. He just sits there drinking, looking extremely unhappy, and maybe even a little guilty.

Why would he feel guilt?

I know he felt guilt over Mary, but he’d been dealing with it. In my imagination I thought that maybe I’d been helping him deal with it somehow.

She kisses his neck.

He still doesn’t push her away.

My chest burns.

I guess a lot has changed in the last hour while I was sitting in the room like a good little girl waiting for Arrow to return.

Rake notices the woman kissing Arrow’s neck, his expression turning deadly.