It took her a second, but she recognized the girl from the clubhouse. Jane.
“What happened?” she asked.
Addison drew in a breath. She was still trying to process what could’ve happened. Her heart was beating so hard, it pounded in her eardrums.
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
Jane cocked her head, squinting. “You don’t look fine.”
Because I’m not.
Her phone pinged, and she dug in her bag. She didn’t bother saying goodbye to Jane. She rushed to her car, locking the doors once she got inside. She glanced through all her windows and mirrors. There was no sight of the men.I’m fine.
Her phone pinged again, and she read the text from Cleo.
Cleo: I’m so sorry, I’m running late. Would it be okay to meet at the clubhouse?
Addison was considering canceling with Cleo all together. But she didn’t. They could meet there, and she’d wait in the lot. After what happened, she wasn’t mentally prepared to see any more bikers, especially Cross.
Addison: Sure.
She started the car and slowly backed out. When she glanced over at the store, Jane was still standing there, staring at her. Had she been watching her the whole time?
Addison drove to the clubhouse and pulled in front of the house. Her nerves were completely off balance, and she misjudged the distance between her car and a motorcycle. She slammed on her brakes only inches from the bike.
“What the fuck?”
She glanced over to the porch and saw Oak running down the stairs and over to the bike. Now she was forced to get out of her car.Dammit!
She turned off the engine and got out.
Oak spread out his arms. “Where the fuck did you learn how to drive?”
She held up her shaky hands. “I’m so sorry.”
He raised his brows, looking over at the other two bikers heading toward them. “She’s fucking sorry. Almost rams into my bike, and all she’s got isI’m sorry?”
Addison swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to come up with a better apology. She had nothing. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of the two men and what would’ve happened had they taken her into the bathroom. Her whole body started to shake uncontrollably.
“You alright, Addison?”
She looked over at Cue and nodded. He furrowed his brows, sharing a look with Ghost. She could only imagine what they were seeing.
Addison had handled men before. She worked at a bar for years and dealt with some handsy customers. But nothing like this. Had they gotten her in the bathroom, she wouldn’t have been able to get away. She would’ve been at their mercy.I know what would’ve happened.Beads of sweat lined her forehead and her stomach twisted.
“She nearly hits my bike, and you’re asking her ifshe’sokay?”
“Yeah, asshole. ’Cause she didn’t hit your bike so stop fucking bitching!” Cue shouted and stepped closer, and she instinctively retreated, bumping her legs against the car.
“Is Cleo here? I’m supposed to meet her.”
“No, not yet.” Ghost hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “You want to wait inside?”
An overwhelming sense of fear flashed over her. Not from Ghost but the idea of being in closed quarters.I need to get out of here.
She shook her head. “No, I’m gonna leave. Can you tell Cleo I’ll call her later?”
“Did something happen?” Cue asked, scanning her face.
