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“It’s not just that. I…” I didn’t really know what to say. If I told him I knew about the message and I was worried about spending time with someone who was going to lie to me, he would get mad. I wasn’t afraid of Clink, but he was quickly working past my defenses and it’d hurt when he eventually moved on.
His fingers trailed along my chin, turning me gently to face him. It was strange, when he looked at me so seriously. He stroked his thumb along my jaw, his gentle care surprising me and crushing the walls I’d erected last night. I hated that I couldn’t fully trust him. I wanted so badly to give in to him, to let myself be swept away by his charm. I couldn’t, though. Not if I wanted to protect myself. There was too much on the line to let myself fall for a guy like Clink. No matter how much I wanted to.
CHAPTER 22
CLINK
Something was up with Sam. She seemed guarded and suspicious. I didn't know what the hell happened, she seemed good last night, but when she mentioned Brewer calling, my hackles went up. What the fuck did that asshole say to her to upset her so much? She wouldn’t even make eye contact with me for more than a few seconds before her gaze darted away and she drifted away from me.
It irritated me, ruining my good mood completely, so when she grabbed her keys to give me a ride back, I shook my head.
“I’m good. I’ll get a rideshare. You relax.”
Suspicion flashed across her face and I fought back a scowl. Of course, that asshole made her think I was gonna go get high. I wasn’t even thinking about that until right at this moment. It sure as hell would feel better than me dealing with that look on her face.
“I don’t mind, Clink. I–”
“It’s a thirty-minute drive, and you’d just be coming straight back here. I’m good.” She opened her mouth to protest, and I leveled her with a look. “I said I’m good, Sam.”
Her jaw snapped shut, and that guarded look came back up. Fuck, this was bullshit. Had the time of my life last night, but I guess she regretted it in the light of day thanks to my so-called brother. I yanked on my shirt and cut, heading for the door without a word. I couldn’t deal with this shit right now. I had to get back. Croy and Reaper had been gone all night. They had to have some sort of clue about Hammer by now.
“Clink, I–”
“I’ll see you Monday. Or not. Whatever.”
Without looking back, I stalked out of her apartment. A small part of me felt like a dick leaving her like that after last night, but I was too pissed off to be good company right now, and I didn’t need a babysitter back to the clubhouse. I could get there on my own.
I strode down the street, my eyes on my phone as I looked up that rideshare app. I’d never had to use it before, last night was the first night I went back to a chick’s place instead of doing the deed at the MC, so I wasn’t really paying attention to what was around me until someone honked. Jerking my head up with a frown, I rolled my eyes when I saw who had pulled up next to me.
“Need a ride?”
I didn’t bother holding back my scowl this time. “Sam call you?”
Tyson raised his eyebrows, giving me a look. “Can you blame her? Come on, I was in the neighborhood.”
“I don’t need a fuckin’ babysitter. Fuck off.”
I stormed off, but the asshole kept pace with me, driving slowly beside me without a word. Coming to a halt, I spun around to face him again.
“You got a death wish or somethin’?”
His face was blank, not an ounce of fear on him. He was either an idiot or not familiar with the shit my crew does on the regular.
“Get in. We’ll talk on the way.”
“I can fucking kill you, you know that, right?”
He just looked bored. “You’d make Sam sad if you did.”
Motherfucker. It was almost scary how easily he got me. Pissed at her or not, I couldn’t do shit to make her unhappy. It was weird, I normally didn’t give a shit, but just the thought of making Sam sad riled me even more. With a snarl, I stormed around his little sedan, dropping myself into the front seat. I shut the door so hard the stupid cage rocked, but he didn’t comment. He didn’t move either, just watching me with his eyebrows raised.
“Seatbelt.”
It was settled then. This guy had a death wish. I yanked the stupid belt over my lap, gesturing obnoxiously to show that I did. The corner of his mouth ticked up like he thought this shit was funny before he pulled away from the sidewalk and headed out.
“You wanna talk about what’s got you so upset?”
I rolled my eyes, staring out the window. “Mind your business, asshole.”
