The only thing I wanted to do was pull her into my arms and make sure she knew I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
“Tell me everything you know about Crash,” Drax asked.
“I don’t know a lot. I’ve been at Teasers for less than six months. I was never a part of the inner circle so I wasn’t in on the gossip,” she replied. She was trying to keep her head up, her chin thrust out. She didn’t want Drax to see how afraid she was, but I could see it.
“But you told Mary-Beth you knew about Crash’s addiction.”
“Yeah, that was pretty obvious. Plain for everyone to see.”
“And what did Eagle have to do with it?” Drax continued.
“He was the one supplying the drugs to Crash. He would take him into the office in the back and they’d party in there together. Get the girls to go in with them. It seemed like Eagle was trying to keep Crash away from the workings of the Club.”
Drax threw me a look. We were both thinking the same thing—Eagle was planning a takeover. This was exactly the reason why he made a run for it the moment the club was attacked by us last night. He hadn’t demonstrated any shred of loyalty toward his club or his President.
“And what do you know of Eagle?” Drax continued.
Mercy licked her lips and shrugged.
“Only what I saw of him around the place. He was the Vice President, but didn’t seem to act like one. He was more interested in partying than working, that’s what it looked like to me anyway. I…I always tried to keep my nose out of it. I am not…I wasn’t a part of the MC and I wanted it to stay that way.”
Drax let out a chuckle. “Why? What the fuck do you have against MCs?”
Mercy gulped. She got nervous again, just when she seemed to be warming up to Drax.
“N…nothing personal. I’m just…I don’t belong to this world.”
Drax looked up at me. He was about to smile but his face seemed to screw up in pain.
“For fuck’s sake! You need to go back upstairs and rest,” I growled.
Drax clenched his jaws and shook his head. “I’m fuckin’ fine.”
“Do you want me to call Mary-Beth over so she can decide if you’re fine or not?”
He threw me a look. Maybe he was thinking of fighting me on this but realized he would lose the battle once Mary-Beth got involved.
“I’ll keep her here, question her some more. You take a breather for a while,” I suggested.
Did I want to be alone with Mercy?
Hell, yeah.
But I wasn’t about to admit it to Drax. I was barely even admitting it to myself.
However, Drax was giving me a look like he knew something I didn’t.
“Fine. I’ll go. You keep her here. Get as much out of her as you can and I’ll deal with Crash later.”
Drax stood up from his chair and even as he did, it looked like he was in some pain. I was going to suggest getting Mary-Beth to help but I knew he’d be mad at me if I suggested such a thing.
He threw Mercy a look on his way out the door. When the door shut behind him, I turned to her again. This time, she looked me straight in the eye with some renewed courage.
“Do you remember me from last night?” she asked.
Her question threw me for a moment. I was trying not to think about our first encounter.
“Yes, briefly,” I replied. We had more important matters to discuss.
“You…you kinda saved my life.”
“I did what anyone else would have done. You were in the line of fire and you could have been hit any second.”
She nodded and gulped.
“I don’t know what happened to me. I froze up. I didn’t know what to do. I thought…I was pretty sure I was going to die. I have never experienced anything like that before.”
As she spoke, her eyes widened and she seemed to drift off into her own mind and get lost in her thoughts. I could see she was reliving those moments from last night. The bullets and the screams. The blood and the violence.
A scene like that wasn’t for the weak-hearted.
“Well, it’s over now,” was all I managed to say.
She blinked and looked at me.
“It’s not over for me yet. I’m still stuck here, being interrogated by you guys when I haven’t even done anything.”
“Nobody’s accusing you of anything.”
“But I’ve said everything there is to say. What am I still doing here?”
All of a sudden, she sounded defiant. I took a few steps toward her, closing the gap between us.
A sound like a soft gasp escaped her lips, even though she was trying to keep her head up.
“You are going to be here as long as we want to keep you here. For as long as I need to interrogate you,” I growled.
I could still feel those pangs of possessiveness and the need to protect her, but I was trying hard to push them down. The last thing I wanted at a time like this, when we were smack in the middle of a war, was a weakness.
And that was what women were to me—a weakness.
4
Mercy
Once the other man, Drax, left the room, Ghost and I were alone and suddenly, the space seemed to become a whole lot smaller. There was a shift in the air between us. We were alone again and even though I was more comfortable being around him than I was around Drax, I still didn’t know if I could trust Ghost.
And then there was also the
