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“Just give me the damn drink and mind your fucking business,” he growls.
It’s the angriest I’ve ever seen him, and you know what? That tone, that fury, it is the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen from him with clothes on. Nothing beats the way he fucked me last night, the way he brought me to orgasm with just his mouth, or the way I came just from tasting his thick cock.
I shiver as memories from last night flood my mind.
The woman is shocked and slams the drink down on the bar. “Excuse me for giving a shit, Preacher.”
He shakes his head in disgust. “Leave me the fuck alone, all right, Frankie?”
“Whatever,” she answers and makes her way down to the other end of the bar.
I shake my head a second to get back into reality and not think about his dick. “Why are you so on edge anyway? You don’t even believe your club is into that kind of shit.” He’d made that perfectly clear last night and this morning.
“I don’t, but it’s there, which means someone put it there for a reason. To frame us.”
“Your friend over there will find out who put it up. It shouldn’t take him long at all.”
I don’t know why I’m trying to reassure him. That’s not my job, and it’s certainly not my role in his life. And most of all, it’s not a role he’s asked me to fulfill.
He knocks back the gin and tonic in two quick gulps before he snaps his fingers for another.
The woman, Frankie, ignores him.
“Fuck,” he growls and reaches over the bar for the bottle of Jack.
“Let’s do a shot, and then we can get out of here.”
I shake my head. “I might do a lot of dumb shit, but I’m not getting on a bike with you after the amount of gin she put in that glass and then watch you down another shot. You can stay here with your friends.”
“So you’re really leaving? Got what you wanted, and now you’re gone.”
I let out a bitter laugh at that. “WhatIwanted? Silly me. I thought we both wanted it. Now I know.” I stand up straight and put some distance between us. “Didn’t mean to force you into something you didn’t want.”
“Why are you putting words into my mouth?”
“I’m not. I heard what you said loud and clear.” I hike the duffel bag up on my arm and take two steps back. “And for the record, Preacher? You never asked me to stay.”
I walk away from him then, out of the stupid but really cool clubhouse and into the sunny day.
The beautiful day is no reflection of my sour mood as I walk across the parking lot toward the street. Preacher will never ask me to stay, especially now that his whole club distrusts me. Thinks I’m some kind of homewrecker orclub-wrecker I guess. As if I have the power to split those guys up even if I want to, which I don’t.
He didn’t ask me to stay because he didn’t want me to. That much is clear. But his stupid male ego can’t let me go until he’s ready to be done with me. Well, fuck that. Mom doesn’t want me at home, and Preacher doesn’t want me either.
I’ll find someplace that’s just for me and Ro, who always wants me around. That’s next on my list, so I need to get somewhere I can sit and think for a while.
“Gia!”
I hear Preacher calling after me, but I keep walking, not because I want him to follow me, but because I need to get away before he starts to think that’s exactly what I want him to do.
He calls my name again, but it’s muffled under the roar of an engine. Not a bike engine but like a really old car.
“Gia!”
I turn this time and see Preacher waving his hands in my direction in some code I can’t quite decipher. The roar gets louder as if multiple bikes are riding by, which pulls my attention from Preacher just long enough to notice the black van barreling straight toward me.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Preacher
