Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(9)

Yeah, no, thanks.

I raise an eyebrow that says You know exactly what I want to eat. Rake cringes and turns to Tracker. “Coming to grab a bite with us?”

Tracker chuckles. “I just saw that look. What is she making you eat?”

“Sushi. It’s always f*ckin’ sushi,” he grumbles, scrubbing a hand down his jaw.

I smile, loving that he remembers. “Don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

He gives me a gentle look, then looks down into his empty glass.

“All right then, let’s go and get you fed.”

I slide off my stool and sling my handbag over my shoulder. Rake and Tracker start talking quietly, so I walk out front and stand next to Rake’s bike. When I hear steps behind me, I turn around, expecting to see my brother, but instead I stare into Arrow’s handsome face. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, just studies me with a penetrating gaze. I start to shuffle my feet, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny.

“Do I have something on my face or what?” I blurt out.

He doesn’t look amused. “You with that guy I saw you with?”

Not this again.

“No, I told you I wasn’t.”

He shrugs. “If you like him, you’ll stay away from him.”

I scowl. “I don’t get you. You can’t tell me what to do, Arrow.”

“Just stay out of trouble, Anna,” he says suddenly, narrowing his gaze a little.

“Why do you care?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. He’s being downright chatty today. At least by his standards.

He makes a soft scoffing sound and shakes his head. “I don’t. I’m just looking out for Rake. Last thing he needs is to worry about your spoiled ass.”

Spoiled?

I’m a lot of things—some of them not good—but none of them are spoiled.

“Don’t pretend you know me,” I reply while staring him down. “I love my brother. I don’t know why you have a problem with me, but I don’t think it’s justified.”

I don’t like the gleam that enters his eyes. “I’ve had grown men too scared to talk back to me.”

I stand straighter. “I know you won’t hurt me. Rake wouldn’t allow it.”

Arrow leans forward, his gaze lowering to my mouth. “You like talking to me. Why?”

My eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Every time I’m around you. You don’t ignore me. You keep yapping away like I’m your f*ckin’ friend or something.”

I purse my lips. “You are my friend.”

Kind of.

Sort of.

Okay, not really.

His lips quirk. “Don’t wanna be your friend, Anna, that’s the whole problem here.”

Well. Okay. The man is honest. Wait, did he mean he just didn’t want to be my friend, or he wanted to be more than friends?

My eyes widen at the possibility.

“Whatever you’re thinking right now, you need to stop.”

“Why do you go to Toxic so much?” I blurt out, wanting to know. There are always available women in the clubhouse, and it’s not like he couldn’t get anyone he wanted.

“Women there know what to expect,” he replies, looking away from me.

“To expect?”

He nods sharply. “They get what they want, and I get what I want. Problem solved. I’m not looking for anything, Anna.”

“Oh,” I reply, feeling stupid.

His finger reaches out and runs down my cheek. I suck in a breath as our eyes connect, confused by what I see there.

Desire.

“You’re beautiful, do you know that? If I was another man, I would be all over you.”

So many questions flash through my mind. Why only if he was another man? Why not now?

I open my mouth, trying to think of a reply, when Rake walks out. Arrow instantly drops his hand from my face and steps away. Rake slaps Arrow on the back in a friendly gesture, then walks over to me.

“Let’s do this,” he says, handing me a helmet. “But next time I get to choose the place.”

I smile, forgetting about Arrow and enjoying Rake’s playful mood. “Deal.”





THREE

I WHISTLE. “Lana, you look smoking hot!”

My best friend turns in a circle, shaking her ass a little as she faces away from me, causing me to break out in giggles. At five foot two, Lana is tiny but curvy in all the right places. She runs her blue-tipped fingernails through her thick dark hair, courtesy of her Greek heritage.

“Thank you,” she replies in her sweet voice, pulling up her strapless black dress. “I’ll start on my makeup while you get in the shower.”

By makeup, she means mascara and eyeliner. It’s the only thing she puts on her face—not that she needs it.

I force myself to get off my soft leather couch. “I can’t believe it’s you dragging me out tonight.”

What a change of events.

Lana grins. “You’ve made me go out every weekend since you got back, and now I find myself enjoying it.”

“Good,” I tell her, my lips twitching. “I better get my ass ready then.”

“Yes, you better,” Lana replies, fiddling with her dark locks once more. “I thought we could check out a couple of bars, broaden our horizons.”