Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(30)

“Are you safe?” she asks. “I’ll be there in ten. I’m getting on Arrow’s bike as we speak.”

I hear Rake in the background asking Anna what the hell is going on.

And as stupid as it sounds, I hope he comes with her.

*

I’m sitting in the Wind Dragons’ clubhouse after explaining in detail to Sin, Rake, and Arrow what happened.

“Church, now,” Sin suddenly demands, storming out of the room.

All the men follow him. Rake looks at me once more before walking out of the room.

I look to Anna. “They’re going to pray? They’re religious? What the . . .”

Her green eyes lighten. “No, they’re going to have a meeting to discuss what to do with the situation.”

“Ohh,” I mutter, cheeks heating a little.

She wraps her arm around me and pulls me in close. “I can’t believe someone targeted you. Who would do that? Who even knows you’re friends with us?”

“I saw the fight at Rift,” I suggest. “Maybe it has something to do with that?”

“Maybe,” Anna agrees. “Can I get you something to drink? A coffee?”

I nod. “Sure, coffee sounds great.”

She leads me into the kitchen and pours while I sit at the table.

Lana rushes in, a bunch of books in her hand. She puts them on the table and pushes her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. “What’s going on? Tracker said I needed to get here ASAP without stopping anywhere.”

Anna gives her a rundown while placing coffee in front of the two of us.

“Are you all right, Bailey?” Lana asks me, her brown eyes filled with worry.

“I’m fine,” I tell her. “Tia messaged and the kids are both safe with her at her house. I’m a little freaked out, but I’m okay. I wasn’t hurt.”

“The men will handle it,” Lana says assuredly, placing her hand on mine. I look to the pile of books she brought with her and see a familiar one. “Hey, I’ve read that book. Zada Ryan’s awesome. Her sex scenes are . . . hoooottt.”

“I’m glad the three of you are having a good time in here,” Rake says in a dry tone as he walks in, grabbing my attention, his gaze roaming over me before he stands next to Anna, wrapping her in his arms. “So, we’ve come to a decision.”

“What?” Anna asks, looking up at her big brother.

“Until we sort this shit out, you don’t go anywhere alone,” he says, looking at each of us. “And, Bailey, since we don’t like the idea of you being alone in your house with Cara, someone will be staying with you.”

“What?” I ask, eyes widening. “That’s not necessary. Who?”

He grins wolfishly. “Me.”

Shit.

*

“You’re not moving in with me,” I say for what must be the tenth time.

“Yes, I am,” he says patiently, as he packs his bag. I’m standing in his room in the clubhouse, trying to talk him out of it, but he’s not backing down. He opens his cupboard and some black rope falls onto the floor. I pick it up and shove it back into his cupboard. He gives me an odd look I don’t have time to decipher because I’m already thinking of ways I can get out of having him live with me.

“Surely you have other things you need to do,” I continue. “Women to seduce. Fights to get into . . .”

“Shut up, Bailey,” he growls, slamming his cupboard door closed. “I’m staying with you until everything is clear, and that’s final. Imagine if something happened to you while Cara was with you—do you think I’m willing to have that shit on my conscience?”

I bite my tongue and concede, because he’s right. My own stubbornness shouldn’t get in the way of my daughter’s safety. “Fine.”

He zips his bag and glances up. “Don’t need your approval because it’s happening either way, but good to know you’re thinking straight.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Call me what you want, but I’m not letting anything happen to you or your kid,” he says, our gazes connecting and holding.

“Okay,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself. To be honest, I don’t know how I’m handling this whole thing so well. Being put in danger, for just being friends with people associated with the MC isn’t something I expected. I don’t know how I can be friends with everyone without putting Cara in danger too. I love them, but the payoff is too high—I just can’t gamble with my child’s safety. If it was just me, it would be a different story, but it isn’t. But at this point, I don’t know what to do besides trust Rake to keep us safe.

He nods. “Let’s get going then.”

I follow behind him and say good-bye to everyone. We walk outside and I’m surprised when he gets into a black four-wheel drive instead of on his bike.

“No bike?”

“I don’t want to make it obvious I’ll be there,” he explains. “Plus, I can’t exactly take you and Cara on my bike.”

He’s planning on driving us around?

Just how long is this going to go on for?

With questions running through my head, I put on my seat belt in silence and look out the window. Rake puts on the radio and flips the channel, the music filling the strained silence.