Men are posted at the gate and the front doors. With tense coiled energy feeling like it could explode at any time. They aren’t hiding that they are armed.
Four’s arrest hit harder than I thought.
When I park I notice Razor step away from the clubhouse, like he was watching for me… waiting. His leather cut hangs open, chest exposed, tattoos crawling up his neck like warnings. A faint bruise along his knuckles. His posture is lazy, but there’s nothing relaxed about him.
He stalks towards me as I step out of my car.
“Seen Mara?” he asks casually.
My heartbeat kicks hard. “No.”
He steps closer, but I don’t look away. He is trying to intimidate me and even if he is, I won’t let it show. I won’t give him that power.
He comes close enough that I can smell stale beer and gasoline.
“Her car is still here, so is her bike… but she isn’t.” he says, eyes scanning me for a reaction.
“That sounds like ayouproblem.” I shrug.
Fuck you.
His jaw ticks. “Where is she, Rebecca? You were with her at the hospital the other day.”
I hate the way my name sounds coming from his lips.
“She’s your woman,Rafe,” I say evenly. “Shouldn’tyouknow where she is?”
His eyes darken. “Careful.”
I hold his stare. “You think I’m scared of you?”
He studies me longer than he should, like he’s measuring something. Weighing his options.
Then he smirks. “If she ran, she won’t last long out there.”
The way he says it makes my stomach twist.
“Maybe she’s stronger than you think,” I reply.
He steps back, but his eyes don’t leave me. Not when I walk past him. I still feel them on me when I walk through the front door and climb the stairs.
I can feel it, the suspicion. He knows I helped her. He just doesn’t know how.
When I get to our room, I lock the door. Check it over and then lock it all over again.
My hands are steady until they aren’t. The tremor hits all at once, but I am not safe yet. I slide the dresser two inches toward the door, not enough to be obvious, just enough that I’ll hear it if someone tries to push their way in.
Only then do I sit on the edge of the bed and press my shaking hands between my knees, forcing myself to breathe.
Clutch will be back soon. I just need to keep my distance from Razor until he is back and I will be safe.
CHAPTER 6
CLUTCH - UNITY
We roll back in through locked gates and too many eyes on the road. My tired body is instantly on alert, something is wrong.
Two prospects are at the entrance instead of one, both armed. Both tense. No one is joking or messing around... The way they are positioned, it’s like the entire club is on high alert.