CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
B-ry
The air grew thick and time seemed to hit the pause button.
No.
I couldn’t believe she’d said that. And by the way her chin jutted out and her eyes were dead-set on Iron, I knew she wasn’t about to back down. Oh, I would have fucking bet there was more coming.
“I don’t want to hear ‘this is club business.’ This involves me. Me! It happened. To. Me. I get to know what is going on because I deserve to know what happens to this guy. So, don’t give me some its club business… bullshit.”
I had never seen Iron so stunned in my life. To be fair, it was hard to notice. But I could tell. It was the way his brows went up just a hair. And his eyes didn’t blink for a long time. And the way he was frozen as stiff as a statue.
It was the kind of shock that said he wasn’t quite sure what to do with what just happened.
Me?
Well, I was hard as hell. I mean, damn. That woman had just stood up to the president of a motorcycle club. I knew it was really inappropriate, but all I could think of was pulling her onto my lap and letting her ride that pissed off fire right out of her.
Oh, and she said bullshit. Which had me trying my hardest to stifle a damn laugh.
I cleared my throat because it seemed I was starting to fail at that last part.
“I’m sorry, princess,” I said as coolly as I could manage. “Did I just hear the wordbullshitcome from those lips?”
She cut her eyes over to me and I couldn’t help but smirk as that fire was aimed at me.
“Bullshit. Say it with me, biker boy. Bull-shit.”
I saw a fraction of softness slip into her eyes and the fact that the corners of her lips were twitching told me she was having trouble keeping her guard up right now. And because of that, I couldn’t even stop the words as they went from my brain to my mouth.
“I was so scared that I’d never see you again.”
I didn’t care that it was awkward. Or that she might not have thought something along those lines about me. Or, ya know, the big one, that Iron was right there and there was shit that needed to be dealt with.
“Okay, well, I’ll just…” Iron said.
“Oh, no. Both of you. Horrible, people. I will not let you walk all over me. And I demand answers.” Laurel’s face looked stern but I could tell that she was flustered.
“I gotta be honest, I don’t know what to do with you,” Iron said to her and I may have snorted. Because, yeah, I felt like that most of the time. “If I tell you the less you know the safer you are, will that work?”
Laurel shook her head at the Prez and I was a little worried for her.
“Laurel,” I said softly but with an edge of warning to it.
“Don’t youLaurelme,” she practically growled.
“We’re still trying to put all the pieces in place,” Iron said with a sigh. “We think we might know who took you. But that’s all I’m going to say on the matter. We are going to track him down. That I will promise you.”
It looked like he was going to add something else but the sound of his phone ringing halted him.
After he answered it I heard one word ring out.
Explosion.
Iron’s eyes cut to mine for a split second, then he was walking out the door. I jumped up to follow him.
Outside he stood tall, the phone to his ear and the other hand resting on the top bar to the balcony railing.
