Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(23)

“Wow,” I say, impressed. “Beauty and brains.”

Except for dating Arrow.

She laughs. “You’re sweet. Here, Sin told me to make this for you and make sure you eat it.”

She puts the container in front of me, a healthy looking chicken salad. “Thanks.”

“I’ve never seen him care for someone so much,” she says, staring at the salad.

I smile but decide to ignore that comment. “Where’s Arrow?”

She loses her smile. “Club business. Listen he told me about what happened yesterday.”

My jaw drops open. “He did?”

She laughs at my expression. “Yes, he did. We aren’t exclusive, him and I. But thanks for standing up for me all the same.”

“I don’t get this club,” I admit.

“You don’t have to honey. Love the man love the club, that’s just how it goes. Dex was pissed at Arrow for letting you see what you did.”

I choke on a piece of lettuce. “Love?”

Is that why Dex hit Arrow? Because he had to deal with my reaction to seeing Arrow cheat?

“Oh I’ve seen how the two of you look at each other,” she says, flashing me a knowing look.

“Do you need glasses?” I ask her keeping a straight face. I turn as Tracker, Irish, and Allie walk in.

“Hey you,” I say to Tracker, giving him a warm smile.

He walks straight to me, leaning down and kissing me on the head. “I’m hungry, cook me some food.”

I gasp. “You have hands, use them.”

“He was using them pretty creatively just before,” Allie purrs. What? Does she just sleep with anyone?

“Get the f*ck out Allie,” Tracker growls.

I stand. “Thanks for the food Mary.”

Heading back to my room Tracker stops me in the hallway. “What’s wrong?”

I sigh and turn to face him. “I guess I thought you were my only friend in this place and now you’re f*cking the enemy. I don’t know. I guess I’m just hormonal.”

Yes! Saving me once again.

“And you kissed me!” I blurt out. “I guess that wouldn’t mean anything to you though, considering…”

“The f*ck,” comes a heated growl. I turn and look into angry blue eyes.

Shit. Fuck. Shit.

“Umm...” I mumble.

Yeah I have nothing.

“You kissed her?” he says to Tracker, who stares him straight in the eye and nods. “Outside,” he snaps, then walks off.

Tracker turns to me, eyes piercing into mine. “Sorry, but you’re his.”

With that, he walks off. I go to follow them but I hear Dex call out to Arrow to keep me in my room. Shit, he couldn’t call anyone else?

“Hello little girl,” he says, grinning. He points to my room door. I put my hands on my hips and stand my ground.

“Aren’t you going to stop them?” I ask him, my voice raising. In answer, he herds me into the bedroom.

“Now about the other day,” he starts, pretending as if there weren’t two men out there doing god knows what to each other.

I laugh nervously. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“What are you sorry about?”

I frown. “My pregnancy stunt didn’t cock block you?”

He laughs now, holding his stomach. “Fuck no, as if these bitches care.”

Lovely. “I just really like Mary, okay. Don’t worry, Dex gave me a warning.”

His face softens lightly. “Yeah, Mary is a good girl.”

I roll my eyes. “She’s a catch! Someone needs to wife her!”

His lips curve. “Now don’t be saying things you can’t take back.”

I blink. He blinks. Then we both laugh. When our laughter subsides, Arrow looks at me intently. “Need to ask you something.”

“Go ahead,” I say.

“You realize Sin is going to take over the club someday…”

“As President?” I ask. I’d never really thought about that before. What does that mean for me and our child?

“Yeah. Being the old lady of a president isn’t just for anyone,” he says, playing with his beard. “You need to learn when to keep that mouth of yours shut.”

I open my mouth and then snap it closed.

“Good, you’re learning,” he comments, looking amused. “We like you so we let you get away with shit, but not all bikers are like that you know. You can’t go running your mouth in front of others.”

“I’ve already been told this. And Sin doesn’t even want me,” I say, unable to keep the bitterness out of my tone.

Arrow grins. “He f*ckin’ wants you; trust me on that, little girl.”

“No he doesn’t want me. And he doesn’t want me being with anyone else either,” I huff, staring at the door. Before Arrow can grab me, I run to the door and through the house. When I walk outside, I see all the bikers and women standing around Dex and Tracker, who are both beating the shit out of each other. Tracker has blood streaming down his face, while Dex just has a cut lip.

“Stop it!” I yell at the top of my lungs.

Dex doesn’t even turn my way, instead he calls out one word. “Irish!!”