Trouble: Crooked Souls MC (10 page)

He wouldn’t speak, leaning up against the car door again instead. I shook my head. Why the hell did he have to be so stubborn?

“Fine.” I was tired of playing games with him. “If you don’t wanna tell me, fine. But you have got to get your shit together, man. If not for you, and not for me, then for the club. Our asses are in hot water. I hate to say this, but it’s because of you. I can’t have you doing things like this. We’re already trying to balance shit out, and then you have to pull something like this. How does that look to the rest of the club?”

“I know, I know.”

“No, you don’t know. I didn’t think you could be this selfish.”

“Selfish?” He glared at me.

“You used to be able to see the big picture.”

“I’m fine with the big picture. I think it’s you who has a problem seeing it lately.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged. “You need to think about who you’re loyal to, that’s all.”

I went cold inside. Kat? How could he know about her? Then again, maybe someone told him about her being in the bar. Hadn’t Marissa said something the night before? The little bitch. I should never have fucked her. She wasn’t even that good, especially not compared to Kat.

“Since when do you question my loyalty?”

“Since you started spending more time with people outside the club. That’s all.”

“You’ve known me most of your life. How can you say something like that?”

I pulled up in front of his house. It was a lot like mine, just big enough for him to live in comfortably. A little saltbox on a pretty much empty street. It seemed like we both lived best in open areas where there weren’t a lot of nosy neighbors.

I locked the doors so he couldn’t get out, and I turned to him. “Tell me. What are you talking about? Let’s stop playing games.”

“I know you’ve been hanging out with someone new. And she can be just as dangerous to the club as you think I’m being.”

“Who are you even talking about?”

“You know who I mean. That Kat chick. Sabrina’s sister.”

I swallowed hard. My protective streak was coming out. What did he mean to do to her? And since when did I doubt my best friend like this?

“So what? What’s she got to do with anything?”

He snickered. “Do you think I don’t know why you’re asking me all these questions about Sabrina all of a sudden? Come on. I’m not stupid.”

“I wouldn’t have to ask you questions about Sabrina if you didn’t already tell me you hit her when you were fighting.”

“So I hit her. Big deal. Men hit women all the time. I bet you’ve hit at least one.”

I shook my head. “I don’t hit women. You know that.”

He sneered. I’d never seen him sneer like that before. Like an animal. “Right. You’re so much better than me. I forgot.”

How had we gotten so far off course? It was like I didn’t know him anymore.

Then something hit me. “How did you know who she was? Kat, I mean? How did you know I was spending time with her?” When he didn’t answer, I got an idea. “Did you follow me last night?”

He wouldn’t answer, so I knew he had. Shit. Now he knew where she lived. It was killing me inside, thinking my best friend might want to hurt this woman. It wasn’t just because of who she was, either. I was never big on hurting women for any reason. Spike had taught me that, among other things. Always try to take the action away from where women or children were. I took that lesson to heart. I guessed Thorn didn’t.

“She doesn’t mean anything,” I said. “Yeah, she was looking for her sister, but I think she’s coming around to the idea of Sabrina never coming back.”

“She said that?”

I looked out the windshield to the dead hedges in front of Thorn’s house. Hadn’t they looked nicer the day I stood out there with Sabrina? A lot of time had passed since then. “Not in so many words, but in the way she talks about her. Past tense, you know. She knows she needs to move on if she’s ever gonna be happy.”

“You two have gotten close,” he muttered.

“So what? You’re allowed to have Tracee and whatever woman you want, and I can’t?”

“You never did before,” he pointed out.

I shrugged. “So what? She’s not anything special. I went over there last night to remind her to keep her nose out of our business. That’s all.”

“You’re sure?”

“You’re reminding me of the women you were just talking about, who always have to ask questions.”

He laughed a little. “Thanks.”

“And yeah. I’m sure,” I said. “She’s nothing special. I’m not hooked, believe me. No woman has ever hooked me.”
But if anyone could
, I thought,
it would be her
. Something told me this wasn’t the time to share my inner thoughts with my best friend.

He looked satisfied. I knew I wasn’t going to get any further with him, so I unlocked the doors. “You better get some rest,” I said. “Wash your face. You look like hell.”

“Thanks a lot.” He touched a finger to his eyebrow and winced. “Son of a bitch has a mean right hook.”

“Looks like it.” He opened the door and swung his legs out. When he bent to climb out, I saw something sticking up out of his back pocket.

“Oh, tell me you weren’t carrying that last night,” I joked. “I’m sure whoever it was was thrilled to see your knife in your pocket after you got in a fight with them.”

He pulled it out. “Yeah, they were happy to get this away from me.” I recognized his hunting knife. What the hell had he been carrying that around for? He was getting to be a looser cannon every day.

When he walked into the house, I told myself I didn’t wanna believe he was the one who had held a knife to Kat’s throat. But who else could it have been? And then he followed me to her house, all because he was afraid of what I would find out, I guessed.

And then what? Had he gotten even drunker when he saw where I was going? Did he look her up the way I had? He must have made the connection pretty quickly.

Now that he knew where she lived, I knew he wouldn’t stop at just threatening her with a knife. He could do whatever he wanted. Why was he so desperate to shut her up? I hoped she’d been scared enough by him that she would stay far away from now on.

But I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t. She wasn’t going to let this go. If she kept snooping around, and he found out about it, I wouldn’t be able to stop him. Not unless I stuck to her side all day, every day, which would be impossible.

I punched the dashboard. What the hell was I supposed to do?

***

This went through my mind as I made the ride to the bar where Kat had done her gig. Was he following her? No, that wasn’t even possible. He’d had his license suspended, hadn’t he? The cops would be on him. He couldn’t get away with riding around town.

Then who? Did he have friends in the club I didn’t know about? Yeah, we were all friends, to a point. But sometimes little subgroups were formed for one reason or another. I didn’t wanna think of all the reasons why a group would form right now. Was he making allies behind my back? Could he have gotten one of them to follow Kat?

Where would he stop?

Kat

After what felt like forever, Gabriel arrived at the bar. I was one of the only people left inside by then, and I was all cried out. I got the feeling the waitresses and bartender were waiting for me to leave so they could go, but there was no way I’d step foot outside without Gabriel nearby.

At one point, a waitress brought me over some tissues and a glass of water. They knew me—this was one of my regular gigs—but we weren’t exactly close, so no one asked why I was so upset. I was grateful for their discretion since I didn’t know what I would have said if I’d been forced to give a reason. “I’m crying because I think my sister is dead, and the people who killed her might be after me.” That wasn’t exactly the sort of thing you told a near-stranger.

Finally, there was Gabriel, riding up on his bike. I’d never ridden a motorcycle before, but that didn’t matter. I needed to get the hell away from the bar, the car, and whoever might have been waiting for me. I hated to have such paranoid thoughts, but I couldn’t help it. That message had unsettled me.

I waited while he looked my car over. His hands curled into fists, and there was tension in every part of his body. I knew he wasn’t happy, and I saw his lips moving as he circled the car as though he was muttering to himself.

Then he saw me, sitting by the door, and waved me out. I flew to him, letting him hold me for a minute. For that one minute, everything felt okay. I wasn’t afraid of anything. It was just me, and him. Our bodies fit perfectly together, like it was meant to be. I closed my eyes and let him take some of the worries from my shoulders. It felt so good to let go. I wasn’t alone in this. He was my protection.

“Are you all right?” he asked, stroking my hair.

“No,” I replied. “I’m not all right at all. What does this mean?”

“I’m not sure,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about it the whole way here, and I’m not sure.” I felt tension in his body when he said it. His arms held me a little tighter, too. Was he just as worried as I was? No, that wasn’t possible. He was strong. Nothing could stop him or threaten him. Right?

Why was his heart beating so fast under my ear, then?

“Do you know who did this?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. All he did was take me by the arm and lead me to the bike. I was too upset to ask any further questions, and allowed him to strap a helmet on my head before he climbed on in front of me.

“Put your arms around my waist,” he said. “You’ll be fine.”

I did as he said, only half hearing him. My mind was too focused on those words scrawled on my windshield.

Riding home on the bike was a new experience, one which I wished I could be in a better frame of mind for. I might have enjoyed it if my heart wasn’t being ripped open. Trees, homes, other cars—it all went by in a blur, the wind blowing back my hair. I leaned my head gently against Gabriel’s back. Feeling his strength and taking some of it for myself. He would help me. He could protect me. I knew I could trust him to stand between me and whatever was happening around me. I only wished he could have done the same for Sabrina. A single tear rolled down my cheek.

Had she ever done this? I knew she would have loved riding a motorcycle like this one. She always loved thrills. When we went to amusement parks, she’s always gravitated to the roller coasters. The higher and faster, the better. Once, she rode so many times in a row she lost her lunch in a trashcan just outside the queue area. Then she got back in line and rode again. I smiled to myself, remembering that fearless girl.

Was she afraid in the end?

I squeezed Gabriel’s waist without meaning to. “Easy!” I heard him call back to me, and I loosened my grip. I looked at the back of his head—he’d given me his helmet, and every so often I caught a view of his profile when he looked from left to right at an intersection. He was so handsome, so rugged. And one of his friends had killed my sister.

I couldn’t let go of the idea that he had to know something. It made no sense that he wouldn’t. He was close with these men, like brothers. He’d told me so himself. So how could he know absolutely nothing about what these men did—especially when my sister had been hanging out with the club? She wasn’t some random girl one of the members had picked up somewhere. She was a familiar face.

The patch of the club was on the back of Gabriel’s kutte, and I looked at it as we rode. A grim reaper standing behind a tombstone. Gee, how original. What made people want to be part of something like this? Were they criminals in the first place, or did the club make criminals out of them? I wondered again who Gabriel had been before joining. With his charisma and cockiness, he could have made an amazing stock trader or lawyer. He had the attitude for it. Instead, this was where he put his energy. What a waste. They killed girls and did nothing to pay for their crimes.

I didn’t feel that he was like them, and my feelings were all I had to go on. The way he instinctively made me feel. He wasn’t like them, but he was protecting at least one of them. He wouldn’t kill a girl, but he would protect someone who did. Wasn’t that just as bad? Didn’t he deserve blame, too?

I didn’t want to blame him. I wanted to keep a hold on to him. He was all I had. My port in the storm.

Soon we were back at my house. Gabriel climbed from the bike, then unfastened my helmet and helped me off. I was shaky, still feeling the vibration between my legs. It hadn’t been unsexy, that was for sure.

Only when we were inside did he speak to me again.

“I’ll have one of my guys pick up your car, if you give him the keys,” he said. “I asked him to meet us here. He’ll have the windshield replaced for you tonight, and it should be back in your driveway tomorrow morning.”

I was grateful to him, but couldn’t shake the impression that he was doing this because he knew one of his own was guilty of vandalizing the car in the first place. It was the least he could do, in other words. This was little consolation to me. He couldn’t bring my sister back, so I didn’t care much about a stupid car.

Still, I had to get around, and didn’t feel like explaining to a body shop owner what the spray paint meant. “Thanks,” I mumbled, slipping out of my jacket and boots. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep forever. There was too much happening in my head and my heart for anything much to seep through.

“Did you see anyone around the car when you first came out of the bar?” he asked. I shook my head. “No spray cans anywhere on the ground around the car?” Another shake of my head. I’d been hyper-observant in those first few moments, and I didn’t remember seeing anything or anyone out of the ordinary.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” he said, more to himself than to me.

I only half-registered his words, but when I did, I looked at him. “What doesn’t?”

“Huh?” He didn’t even know he’d spoken his thoughts aloud.

“I said, what doesn’t make any sense?”

“Oh…I was just thinking, what would make a person leave a message like that? It doesn’t make any sense. You were already…warned.”

“Threatened, you mean.”

He winced. “Okay. Threatened. Why did they have to do this, then?”

I shrugged. “Maybe I came too close already. Maybe they don’t like how close I am with you now.”

He shook his head, sitting on the sofa with his arms outstretched to either side. He seemed to dwarf the piece of furniture. “No,” he said. “No one knows. At least, I don’t think they do.”

“Are you going to tell me you don’t know who’s doing this? After I had a knife held to my throat, and now a threatening message left on my car? Are you seriously still defending this person and telling me you don’t know who they are? Come on. No one you know is that desperate?”

“Let it go, Kat,” he said. He glared at me. “Let it go. Let that message be a final warning, and let it go. I don’t want to see you getting into this any deeper than you already have.”

That wasn’t good enough for me. I threw my hands into the air and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. I couldn’t look at him right then. I’d gone from relief to disgust in record time.

But he followed me. “You forget something,” he said. “You’ve been so focused on the club, you’re missing the chance that this has to do with some outside person.”

“Oh, please,” I muttered, my back to him.

“Why is it so easy to blame us, and so hard to believe it’s someone else?” he asked.

“Because it’s so damned convenient!” I turned to face him and was immediately stricken by how close he stood. His presence threatened to overwhelm me, but I fought to keep control of myself long enough to speak my peace. “Why the hell would one of your buddies hold a knife to my throat, then?”

“Did you see this person? Maybe it wasn’t even one of us!”

“What fantasy world do you live in?” I spat. “Of course it was one of you! What, random people just happen to hang out in front of the bar you party in? Waiting for girls to come out so they can pin them to the side of the building and scare them half to death! Come on. I know who it was.”

“Who?” His voice sounded different. Suspicious, almost.

“The guy I talked to outside. The one with the cigarette, who looked like he hadn’t slept in days. I told you about him. I know it was him. He never came inside after I went in. He was waiting for me. Don’t ask me how I know this. I just do.”

I watched as Gabriel’s face fell. He knew who I meant. I knew he did. He was just too afraid to tell me. It was hard to believe a man like him could be afraid, but there was definite fear in his eyes.

The doorbell rang. “Saved by the bell,” I muttered, and I pushed my way past him to get to the front door. A man was standing there, wearing the same kutte as Gabriel did. He was a scary-looking man, but when his mouth opened to speak, he was very respectful.

“I’m here to pick up your car keys, ma’am.”

“Thank you,” I said, handing him the keys. “You can call me Kat.”

Gabriel came up behind me. I tried not to tense when I felt his presence. “You and Mike, pick up the car and drop it off here when it’s ready.”

“Sure thing,” he said to Gabriel. He looked at me. “I should have it back for you by morning.”

“Thank you,” I said. I didn’t want to know exactly where he was taking it, just that it was getting done. Since when did I do business with criminals? Oh, right. Since they made it their business to screw with my life. I watched as he got into a car with another man, who I guessed was Mike, and drove away.

I sighed. Now that our argument had ended, it seemed silly. I leaned my head back against Gabriel’s chest. “I’ve never felt scared like this before. Don’t you see? I have no idea how to navigate any of this. Who to trust, who not to trust, where to go from here. I have to trust you, and I do. But when I feel like you’re holding back from me, it’s not easy to do that.”

His arms circled me. God, it felt so good when he held me like that. I felt like nothing could hurt me, as long as his arms were around me.

“I know. I wish there were something I could say that would help you feel better, except that I’m doing my best to keep you safe. I swear it. You don’t have anything to worry about now.”

I didn’t believe him, and I could tell from the sound of his voice that he didn’t believe himself.

It didn’t matter at the moment. All I wanted at that moment was him. I had to feel him close to me, to wipe out all the worry and stress of the day.

I turned to him, kicking the door closed behind me. He pushed me against it, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. When his head tipped down toward me, and our mouths met, it was like coming home again. Nothing else mattered when I was in his arms.

His mouth moved slowly against mine, not roughly like it sometimes did. His kiss was sensual, getting me wet in moments. There was so much promise in his lips, and in his tongue as it pried its way into my mouth. I moaned when it touched mine.

I felt like I might melt into a puddle, he so overtook me. The force of him. He was going to get what he wanted, but he took his time about it. I would have laid down right there and let him do whatever he needed to do, but instead of taking what I was happy to give him, he wanted to draw me further and further out until I was ready to explode.

His tongue moved in slow circles against mine. I groaned again, desperate for more. I moved against him, bringing my leg up between his to rub against him. He laughed slightly, pulling away. I whimpered when his lips broke contact with mine.

“You’re wild,” he whispered, his face close to mine. “I never would have thought that about you when we first met.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “You thought I was a prude or something?” My fingers traced a light pattern on the back of his neck, making him squirm and sigh.

“Yeah. I should have known, though. You were such a hellcat. All that fire had to come out somehow.”

I laughed, then sighed when one of his hands ran down my body.

He lifted me to his waist, and my legs wrapped around him. Now I was wedged between him and the door, holding onto his body to keep from falling. His growing erection pressed against my crotch, and the pressure made me burn for more. He was so close, but so far away.

We kissed again, harder this time. More urgently. Play time was over. We both wanted the real thing. I shrugged out of my cardigan, and his mouth was instantly on my neck and nearly bare shoulders. He slid down one of the straps and licked my skin. I groaned, humping against him.