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She pursed her lips, unable to hold back her anger. What the hell did he expect? It had all happened so fast; she hadn’t paid much attention to the kind of car. He should be thanking her, but instead, he yelled and belittled her. “Yeah, sorry I couldn’t get the make, model, and friggin’ VIN, but I was kinda distracted watching a bike and man fly through the air.”
His laugh was humorless and nasty. “You better watch your mouth with me.”
It was a fair warning. These were not the type of men who appeared to easily forgive or let things slide. But a person could only be pushed so far before they snapped. She’d had enough.
“My mouth? Are you kidding me?” She pushed up from her chair and leveled him with a narrow glare. “I didn’t have to come here, get treated like a friggin’ stripper, taunted, accosted, and now berated. You think this is how I wanna spend my day? Hostage in a dark, dank room with bikers breathing down my neck? Well, it’s not.”
He remained silent as he watched her. Her outburst of confidence dwindled under his stare.
“You keep your mouth shut about this.” It was an order, and one she had no intention of breaking. If this was the last time she ever saw these men again, it would be too soon. They never even thanked her. She wasn’t expecting a grandiose show of appreciation, but a simple thanks for being with him or thanks for stopping or at the very least, thanks for returning our illegal contraband, would have been nice. She got nothing.
Let it go and get the hell outta here.
“If I was going to say anything, I’d have given this to the cops.” She snorted. “Besides, who would I tell?” She sighed and scanned their expressions. Nothing had changed. “Can I go now?”
Kase jerked his chin toward the door.
She got up from her seat and turned to the door, giving Trax one last look. It was a shame, really. He was the only one to show her a sliver of kindness, and if circumstances had been different, she wouldn’t have minded meeting him. Ironic. The first man to pique her interest in months and he was untouchable. They lived in two different worlds.
He dug his hands into his pockets and sighed. Maybe he thought the same thing. She smiled and bowed her head.
“You need something, let us know.”
She glanced over her shoulder, looking to Kase. “What?”
“The club owes you. You need something, you make it known.”
The club owed her? She scanned the room, trying to understand exactly what that entailed. They all stared back at her but gave no indication they would elaborate on what Kase meant. She flicked her gaze to Trax, who remained fixated on her. Her chest expanded, making room for her fast pumping heart. She quickly averted her eyes, glancing back at Kase.
“Like what?”
He stared at her. “You need something done, you let us know.”
“Like a favor?” Her question seemed to amuse the room, and her cheeks heated.
What could she possibly need from these men ever? They were scary, intimidating, and obviously not law-abiding citizens. She’d count herself lucky to never cross paths with them again. Except maybe one.
Wait a minute. A thought popped into her head. It was the perfect solution to an ongoing problem. It may not be the best way to handle it, but she was at a loss. When would she ever get the opportunity? The idea of calling on these guys for anything else was absurd.
She turned back around and smiled. “Okay, I know what I want.”
Kase cocked his brow.
“So, I live over at the apartments at McAllister. The ones by the tracks?”
He gave no acknowledgment that he knew what she was talking about, but everyone knew the building. She peered to the rest of the men who looked on with curiosity.
“Anyway, I have these neighbors, three guys. Well, not neighbors exactly, I don’t even think they live there, but they hang out at the entrance a lot.” She raised her brows. “Like every night. They’re assholes, always saying shit to the women, ya know, like catcalling and being extremely vulgar.” She paused, half wondering if what they said would be deemed intolerable by these men. “I work at Muller’s bar on Quincy and don’t get home until after two in the morning.”
The room was doused in silence. Was she even getting her point across?
“They scare me. There’s three of them, one of me, ya know? And I seem to be their favorite victim.”
A sharp growl sounded from across the room. She jerked her gaze to Trax, Gage, and Rourke. Their tight features made her think maybe she had gotten through to them. She couldn’t be sure who made the sound, but judging from Trax’s scowl, she’d bet it was him.
Gage stepped forward. “You want us to kill them?”
She gasped in shock. They paid favors with murder? She frantically shook her head. “What? No, of course not. I just thought maybe you could.” She shrugged. “Ya know….”
