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“What?” My hands begin to shake.
“Keres is known for leaving no stone unturned, Mila. Anyone connected to them, they’ll consider a loose end.”
“I have nothing to do with that club,” I snap, my fear exhibiting as anger.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“We’re not in danger,” I insist, but just as I finish speaking, the roar of motorcycles fills the air.
“Get inside the house,” he snaps, his eyes scanning the streets.
With the noise bouncing off the surrounding houses, I can’t tell which direction they’re coming from or how close they are.
“Mila! Get in the fucking house.”
“Come with me,” I cry, my feet already carrying me in that direction.
“I’ll be fine,” he says. “Just go.”
Tears leak down my face as I climb the front porch stairs, my hands shaking so much in fear that I drop the house keys twice before I can get the key into the lock.
“Stay away from the windows,” he insists, making me jump because I didn’t know he was going to follow me inside. “Take this.”
He shoves the leather vest he was wearing into my hands before walking back outside.
Silence fills the air a second after he closes the door behind him.
Chapter 9
Stormy
Fear is a healthy response for people.
Being fearless is a myth. Fearless means you’re either ignorant to consequences or impaired in some way that prevents you from making sound choices.
Many would claim that it’s adrenaline that makes your heart kick up when faced with something that could lead to you getting hurt.
It’s a lot more basic instinct than that, leaning more toward fight or flight, something that is an integral part of survival.
Fear is what’s making my pulse race as Adrian Larrick, president of the Keres MC, and his right-hand man, Brant Jesper, climb off their motorcycles.
Fear is smart with the flash of the handguns tucked away under their cuts. Adrian isn’t a dumb man, and the way they take several steps apart, makes me realize he’s not only good at dirty business, he’s also battle smart. The third guy staying near the bikes makes them ever smarter. Not only am I outnumbered, but there would be no way to pull the gun from my back and shoot all three of them before they put me down.
Knowing this doesn’t stop me from standing a few inches taller as they approach.
As fearful as I may be facing this danger, I’m not a coward. These aren’t exactly the type of men who will care whether I’m afraid of them or not. They will, however, not take kindly to disrespect, not when they’re in a group like this and have something to prove. Insulting Larrick would quite possibly be a deadly mistake.
“Can I help you guys?” I ask when they inch closer.
They stay several feet away, making it impossible to get the jump on them physically if that was the route I decided to take.
I can’t decide if they’re fearful themselves and just not showing it, or if their numbers make them believe they’ll be fine. Worst yet, it’s also possible they don’t see me as a threat, making me believe I did the right thing by pulling off my cut.
Cerberus is well known and I imagine them taking one of us down would be something they’d celebrate later at their clubhouse.
“I’m looking for Mila Clarke,” Adrian says.
“Never heard of anyone by that name,” I say, technically not lying because Clarke is Carlen’s last name not Mila’s.
