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“Nobody but me.”
“Butcher?”
“Home with his ol’ lady.”
“Boot? Slick?”
“Same.”
Ghost must have been satisfied with that, because then he was dragging her down the hall to the last door at the end. He pulled her inside, slammed and locked the door.
She looked around. This was the infamous ‘chapel’, the room where the club held their club meetings. A room she was sure she wasn’t suppose to ever see.
It wasn’t all that impressive. Old, scarred paneling covered the walls. A big long table surrounded by a bunch of mismatched chairs took up most of the room. Her eyes were drawn to the opposite wall where several cuts from rival MCs were nailed upside down to it.
She turned to find Ghost’s eyes on her as he moved around the table, stopping at the head. He leaned his hands on the back of the chair.
“Who let you out of the cuffs?”
She lifted her chin.
His eyes moved over her face, taking in her stubbornness, reading her like a book.
“Was it Blood?”
She looked away, unable to hold his eyes. Damn, how much did he know? Had he spoken with Blood? She didn’t want to deny it and get caught in the lie. But he wasn’t the one that had freed her in the way he meant. And while she didn’t like Ashley and could care less about protecting her, the girl had stuck her neck out for her, and Jessie was no rat.
“I know he took you somewhere earlier today. Where?”
She met his eyes again. “The gun range.”
That took him by surprise. She could see the shock written all over his face.
“The gun range?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Why?”
She shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to ask him.”
That pissed him off. He shoved the chair and stalked toward her so fast, she barely had time to react before he had her backed against the wall, boxing her in with his arms.
“I’m not your fucking enemy, Jess. No matter what you believe.”
Her breathing accelerated as she looked up at him. It was a Ghost she’d only seen a few times before, like when he’d run those bullies off when he was a teenager. Or when he’d called her bluff that afternoon in his father’s garage. The alpha had come out to play.
“Do you know the fucking hell you’ve put me through these last few hours? I turned the fucking city upside down looking for you! I was worried sick about you.” He slammed his palm into the wall near her head, and she jumped.
Her reaction must have given him pause, for he backed up a step, running a hand through his hair.
“Christ, woman. You’re enough to drive a man over the edge.”
He shook his head.
She stayed quiet, a little stunned by his reaction. Did she dare to hope it revealed feelings than ran more deeply than perhaps he’d even realized? Was it possible he felt about her the way she felt about him? She had to know. So she pushed.
“Would it have mattered? If I’d gone, Ghost, would it have mattered?”
