That actually explains a lot. I feel bad for thinking she was kept around for other reasons…
“Apology accepted,” I say hesitantly. I’m not very good at forgiveness, I tend to just cut people out and move on with my life, but Allie lives here, and I can actually see things from her point of view. I’d fight for Dex too, so I can’t really hold that against her.
“And about Tracker…”
Tracker and I have a sort of strained friendship. Sometimes I catch him staring at me like he wants me but knows he can’t have me. I never lead him on, and I shouldn’t have been mad at him over Allie. I had no right. I saw it as a betrayal, not one as a lover but as a friend. The way I saw it, he slept with my enemy, and I didn’t like it.
But I was wrong to feel that way.
“Tracker is a good man,” I tell her, smiling.
“I like him a lot,” she admits, sighing heavily. “He has this piercing… and wow.”
Really?
“So what’s the problem?” I ask. It’s a little awkward that we kind of have the same taste in men. If I wasn’t head over heels for Dex…
Even I can see that Tracker is a good catch. He’s good-looking, caring, and has a sense of humor. And apparently an interesting piercing.
“Usual shit, he doesn’t want a commitment,” she says, sounding resigned. “No one here sees me as old lady material.”
“Well, hopefully it works out for you two,” I say with sincerity.
She gives me an odd look. “Thanks.”
Allie gets up and heads out of the room, just as Vinnie walks in and takes her place. “How you doing Vinnie?” I ask him. I notice him staring where Allie just exited from.
“Allie? Really?” I ask, surprised.
He throws me a look. “She’s pretty, that’s all.”
“So when do you patch in?” I ask him, using some of the biker lingo I’ve been picking up.
“Couple months hopefully,” he says, smiling.
“You must be excited” I say, leaning over and rubbing his bald head. “You’re a good man, you know that right?”
He’s put up with a lot of shit from me.
“Why are you rubbing my head?” he asks.
“For good luck.”
He laughs. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy and tired,” I say, yawning. “I’m going to go to bed.”
“I’ll be up all night making sure everything’s okay,” he says, cracking his neck. Ew.
“Are you sure that’s necessary?” I ask, frowning.
“Rather be safe than sorry.”
“What about Liam and Trev?” I ask, referring to the other two prospects.
“I’ve been put in charge, not them. No way am I messing that up,” he says. I guess he must be under a lot of pressure to make sure nothing goes wrong while the rest of the men are away.
I kiss him on the cheek. “Goodnight then.”
“Night Faye,” he replies, looking down.
Was he feeling shy that I kissed him on the cheek? Grinning to myself, I head to bed.
Chapter Nineteen
I wake up to the sound of a scream and then a gunshot. I rush out of bed and hide in the corner of the room just as the door is slammed open. I hold in my breath until the man leaves, thinking no one is in here. When I think it’s safe, I crawl on my hands and knees to the drawer where Dex keeps one of his guns in, and pull it out with trembling fingers. I take in a few shaky breaths. What the hell am I going to do?
I wish I could say I am one of those badass girls who knows how to use a gun, but I’d be lying.
I have no idea how to use it. Surely it isn’t rocket science.
I could see now that it was a mistake on my end, and if I make it through tonight, one I am going to rectify at my first opportunity.
What I did know was that the safety was on, and I needed to turn it off which I do with a flick of my thumb. Aim and fire right? How hard could it be? I swallow hard when I think of the baby. What could I do? If I hide I’d never be able to live with myself. I open the door and walk down the hall, not making a noise. I hear the loud bang of a door. I run into the living area where I see all the women sitting there, crying. In front of them stands four men. All wearing cuts.
“Looks like we missed one,” the leader says, grinning at me with an evil look in his eye.
“Who are you?” I ask, lifting the gun and aiming it at him. I fake my confidence, like I’ve done many times before.
Don’t let them see your weakness.
He laughs. “And she has claws. Put down the gun princess. I could kill all these bitches before you even shoot one bullet.”
Cindy stares at me, the only one of the women not crying. Her eyes are trying to tell me something, but I can’t read them. How did this happen? This is supposed to be my safe place.
“Wh- what do you want?” I stammer, swallowing hard. I don’t take my eyes off the men. The wrong move could cost us our lives.
The leader sneers. “Revenge. An eye for an eye. Wind Dragons killed two of ours. Now the Wild Men will take what’s due.”
Revenge.
“They really should have left you better guarded… Although to be fair we made sure those f**kers thought we were out of state,” he says, laughing like a hyena.
Okay, think Faye think. Four men, armed with weapons not drawn.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I need time. I need to stall. “Where are the prospects?” I ask, pulling in a shaky breath.