Something tells me this is important, and I throw open the gate, unable to wait for him to get his head out of his ass, waddling as quickly as I can.
“Fuck. Marie. Come on, you can’t run her down.”
“Hey!” I yell, seeing someone walking away quickly. She has tangled dark hair, and she’s angrily swiping at her eyes. “Shit.”
Dropping the baton, I pull my gun and aim at the ground in front of her. It makes her scream when the bullet hits the gravel, but it’s effective as she whirls around.
“Who’s your brother?” I yell, making my voice carry.
“He said he wasn’t here,” the girl sniffs, pointing at Bentley.
I glare at the damn prospect, and he pales, glancing at my gun.
“I will end your football career if you ever speak about or to a woman, any woman, like that again. Do you understand me?” I ask.
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers.
“Did you get a name? Or were you so worried she was just a walking hole that you didn’t bother to ask?”
“I…”
Growling at him again, I turn and begin walking in the direction the girl is in.
“Marie, we don’t fucking know her!” Bentley yells.
“Shut it, Prospect!” I yell back. “You want to act like a big, bad biker, then I’ll treat you like the nameless blockhead you are. Hey, come back. Let’s talk.”
My voice drops into a kinder, softer one I don’t even recognize from earlier. I’m capable of masking the anger I’m experiencing because I want to get to the bottom of this mystery in front of me.
“He told me I was barking up the wrong tree,” she says softly, her eyes on my gun.
“I’m sorry about this,” I say, pointing to the gun. “I’m too pregnant to run after anyone.”
I’m breathless as I get to her, and I put the safety back on with my hand on my chest as I struggle to pull oxygen into my lungs.
“Let’s try this again, okay?” I gasp. “Why do you think your brother is here, and do you have a name?”
“My father is Callous James,” she explains, making my heart lock up. “My mom said he was a Knotted Anarchist before she died. I figured I’d ask around and got a bus ticket here fromMichigan. I’m not looking for a hand out, I swear it. I just wanted to see if I had any family before I started looking for a job.”
“I know your brothers,” I say, the heaviness of this settling into my bones. Callous James really did get around, the soulless bastard. “What’s your name?”
“Amelia,” she says softly, the wind blowing her hair in her face.
“How old are you,” I ask, trying to get as much information as possible before Lore and my alphas decide to follow me.
I’m too agitated for them not to come investigate.
“Twenty,” she replies. “I found their clubhouse online, got on a bus, and didn’t think about anything else. I know this was stupid, my mom was the only family I have.”
“It’s not,” I say, shaking my head. “I promise you’re safe here. I just threatened to shoot Bentley if he decided to even think about being a dick to you.”
“I have brothers?” Amelia asks softly.
“Mmhmm. Walk with me before one of them thunders out here to find me,” I say, laughing as I begin to walk back.
Damn, I definitely made some tracks. This is gonna suck.
“Marie!” Lore yells.
