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“I wasn’t going behind your back,” I exasperated. “Why the hell would I go behind your back? You have ahiton you from your own club.”
“You don’t evenknowthat,” he shot back, his eyes searing into mine. “You’re going based on some shit you think you heard when you were sneaking around the clubhouse like a little sleuth. I have no actual evidence that anyone is planning anything.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing—was he in denial? I threw my hands in the air, feeling desperate and angry. “How much evidence do you need, Viper? Someone rolled up and tried toshootyou, and then is it just coincidence that I heard two people talking about thatexactscenario in the garage, making it out that the target was you? I don’t think that’s very coincidental.”
“You just don’t know.”
“Are you trying to say that I’m making it up?” I narrowed my eyes at him before folding my arms across my chest. Ihatedwhere this conversation was going, and the way that Viper was so incredibly nonchalant wasn’t making it any better—if anything, it was tearing my emotions up.
“I didn’t say that you were making it up, Hannah,” he grunted, shaking his head at me. “I’m just saying that there’s no way to actually knowwhowas talking. You didn’t recognize either of them, and we were having a party that night, so...”
“So your enemies show up to your parties? That sounds like a dangerous game to play, Viper.” I didn’t hold out, letting my filter drop. “I think you just don’t want to accept that maybe everyone in your club doesn’t feel as strongly about the brotherhood as you do.”
“Ballsy fucking accusation, Hannah,” Viper sneered, his eyes growing dark with anger. “It’s not your place to come in here and try to make up some sort of rash story for your article.”
“You think I’m making up some kind of story for alifestylearticle,” I shook my head. “Oh mygod.I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation if that’s really what you think of me.”
He hesitated, his eyes darting toward the window. “I’m sorry, I don’t think that of you. I just don’t know what to think about what you’re telling me—andGunner? Really? That’s who you decide to team up with? The guy can’t tell his head from his ass half the time, and I would know, considering he’s my best friend.” His voice and expression were softening as his gaze locked with mine, the concern suddenly more evident in his emerald irises.
“Which is why he’s the safest choice,” I shrugged, though I had to admit that I had some doubts now that Gunner had managed to run his mouth to Viper.
Will he talk to anyone else?
“I don’t know. I just don’t know what grounds you really have... I know what you’re getting at, and I respect it, but...” He ran his fingers through his black hair, tugging at it slightly as his facial expression told me everything I needed to know.
Denial. It’s fucking denial. He’s refusing to believe me.
And the fact that Viper wasn’t willing to come to terms with what I had discovered—while Gunner had, for the most part, made it feel even more important that I figure it out before it’s too late to convince Viper otherwise.
I needed to save his life.
Chapter 22
Viper
I rolled over onto my side, letting out a groan. My shoulder was still painfully sore, and no matter how much I tried to pretend like it didn’t bother me...
It was fuckingbrutal.
About as brutal as accepting the fact that Hannah was more than likely right in her thoughts on someone putting a hit on me from within the club. The only people at our clubhouse that night had been members, unless someone had been let in by someone else.
But that would still come back on a member.
I ran my hands over my face, finally blinking and opening my eyes to take in the morning light streaming into the room—and the absence of Hannah.
“What the fuck?” I mumbled as I sat straight up, my eyes scanning the room. I let out a groan, thinking of the way things had ended the night before. I could tell that she wasn’t happy with my reluctance to believe her.
But it wasn’t that I didn’t.
I flipped the covers back and stood to my feet, wearily glancing at the bathroom. The door was closed, but I couldn’t tell if the light was on or not. I walked over, testing the doorknob.
Not locked.
Opening the solid oak door, I peered into the bathroom.
It was empty.
Fuck.
