When Carver leaves the room, Cub places his hand on my arm. “Don’t let him get to you. He’s our resident nut job, but he’s useful. He can sniff out trouble better than a blood hound on a rabbit.”
“He didn’t scare me.” And he didn’t. He did get my heart rate going a little, but not necessarily in a bad way. His outward appearance screams he’s a loose cannon, but I have a sneaky suspicion he has more control over himself than most of the men in this house.
“I’ll leave you to your work,” I say, slipping down the hall and back into the quiet of my room.
I close the door and lie down on the bed. It feels like forever since I closed my eyes. I really need to get some rest.
When Cole checks on me a few hours later, I’m still staring at the ceiling.
“Sorry to bug you, but Carson and I are getting ready to head out. Do you need anything before we go?”
I sit up. “I’m good.”
“Help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen, but make sure you’re eating and staying hydrated.”
It kind of makes me want to laugh. I’ve been surrounded by all of these big scary bikers, and the only thing they seem to be worried about is whether or not I stay watered and fed.
Unfortunately, that’s the least of my concern right now. Once the Scorpions realize I’ve flipped on them, nothing will save me.
Chapter Ten
Serenity
As I wander around the house, Peanut is never more than a step behind me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad for it. Now that it’s getting dark, I realize how far outside of town we actually are. There aren’t any lights surrounding the property.
The dog nudges my hand, and I pat him on the head as I move away from the windows. “You’d let me know if there was someone out there, wouldn’t you, boy?”
He offers me a little sneeze, letting me know he’s got my back.
When the phone rings, I jump a foot.Jesus.I place my hand over my chest. This is the reason I don’t like them. It’s the rudest way to summon someone.
I debate whether I should answer, but when the fucking thing doesn’t stop ringing, I have no choice.
My ass falls into the chair beside it, and then I cautiously pull the receiver to my ear.
“Next time I expect you to answer after the first ring. If you’re on the shitter, then I’ll give you three,” Rage says on the other end.
“How was I supposed to know it was you?” I snip back.
He’s quiet. I guess he doesn’t have an answer for that.
“It could have been a bill collector,” I continue to reason with him.
“Impossible. I pay my bills,” he says dryly.
We suffer through a few more minutes of silence.
I sigh, finally breaking it. “How is your sister?”
“It’s crazy how much she’s improved physically, but …”
He pauses so long, I think we might have lost connection. “Rage?”
“She doesn’t know me, and she’s scared.”
“It will take time.”
He makes a noise of disbelief. “I think it will be better once I get her home and start giving her some stability.”