Colt reaches for his phone and taps it a few times before he brings it to his ear. “She’s here. Good. Yes. Till then.”
He shoves his phone back inside his pocket. “Your brother is coming to get you.”
“I. Am. Not. Going. Back,” Kay growls as she punches my brother against his shoulder.
My brother is about to start growling again. I jump in between them. “Stop it. What the hell is going on?”
Colt steps back, self-assured as always, as he shoots Kay a sinister smile and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Mind explaining to my sister what the hell you pulled her into? Because you knew what the fuck was going on when you brought her into the clubhouse. Funeral or not, you brought her into club business she wasn’t supposed to be in. Some fucking friend you are.”
A gasp rips from my body as I watch Kay punch my brother right in the nose. I can only so much as blink and Colt has her by the throat and slams her back against the car.
“The weak and weary rage and lash out without thinking their actions through. You just proved it by landing a good punch, but it’s futile. You damn well know what the fuck is going on and what you’re dragging to our doorstep. It’s selfish.”
Kay balls her fists. “Weak and weary, huh? What’s the other side? Those who walk tall and are fucking brave? You? My brother? All those other fucking bikers with their fucked-up vengeance and bloody retaliation? I didn’t ask for any of it. Does it make me selfish if I wanted my friend close while I said my final goodbyes to my father and consoled my mother? I guess so, but guess what? You bikers know damn well the definition of loyalty, trust, and family even if they’re not by blood. And your sister is my strength and I need her fucking strength, okay?” She hangs her head and croaks, “Because my blood turned their back on me.”
I have no clue what’s going on and why Colt seems to know exactly what is happening in the MC of Kay’s family. But right now, all I see is my friend who is balancing on the brim of tears.
I pry my brother away from her and grab Kay’s arm, tugging her with me in the direction of the cabin. Colt is staring at Kay with an unreadable look in his eyes. Ledger follows me and opens the door. I head straight for the kitchen and point at a chair.
“Sit. Let me make some coffee first,” I tell her.
Instead of listening, she jumps forward and wraps me in a tight hug.
“I missed you so freaking much,” she whispers. “And I’m so sorry. Your brother is right. I shouldn’t have asked for you to come to the funeral. I shouldn’t have come here. But I was going crazy at the clubhouse. Hell, I wasn’t even allowed to go home. They’ve had me on lockdown at the clubhouse since the day of the funeral.”
“As a princess you know damn well what a lockdown entails,” Ledger grumbles. “With the shit going on you shouldn’t have exposed yourself or unwillingly pulled another MC into the mix.”
I narrow my eyes at him and then at Kay. “Either of you willing to share details? Because it feels like I’m the only one standing on the outside while everyone else knows exactly what the fuck is going on.”
My anger skyrockets when Ledger winces. He knows. He knew. He’s never said anything if I asked about it. I’ve voiced direct questions, let him know about my concern, and both Ledger and Colt both said there was nothing to worry about.
But this right here tells me there’s more going on than just the risk of Rowen knowing he had a witness. Screw them. And I would be happy to see my friend–might just forgive her for putting me at risk if I would believe Colt’s words–but she too didn’t say anything. And she might not have been able to say or text info…but she could have fucking said something.
“Get out,” I whisper.
Confusion spreads on Ledger’s face.
“I said, get out.” My voice is calm since I’m passed the point of being angry.
My anger skyrocketed a moment ago but it’s useless to yell, punch, or even talk normally. I need space and time to think and for someone to tell me the truth. Seeing Ledger had every chance to do so over the days we’ve been together–and seemingly chose to keep me in the dark–I’m taking my chance with Kay.
“It’s our damn home and I’m not leaving you. We need to talk this through.” His face has a menacing determination.
“You’re right, we do need to talk. But you had your chance. Had it for days and yet you said nothing about the danger I’ve been exposed to. Why don’t you keep my brother company? Seeing you two agree on a lot of things, like keeping me in the freaking dark and deciding what’s best for me…without asking for my fucking opinion.”
“It’s club business,” he grits.
“Fuck you, and fuck club business,” I growl.
His chest is rising and falling and his eyes are assessing me. “You’re angry,” the mastermind quips.
“You think?” I hiss.
He gives a curt nod. “I’ll be right outside so you can calm down.”
So you can calm…. “Motherfucking asshole,” I snap.
“Seriously, Ledger, word of advice. Never. In any way or form tell a woman to calm down.” Kay snorts. “Men are oblivious to feelings, you know. To anything really. You have to spell everything out and not expect for them to assume shit. Because if you don’t? They never know what’s bugging you, what they should have done, or how they can fix their fuck-up.”
Ledger’s chest rumbles
