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“When he tells you to sit, you sit,” he said with a snarl, and her heartbeat responded in pure fear. Her bottom lip trembled, and she backed away.
She curled her arms around her stomach. “Why are you doing this? I helped your friend. Doesn’t that count for anything?”
“Sit,” he growled.
“I don’t want to. Please, I just want to go home.” The shakiness in her tone matched the shiver of her body. She shook in fear, as though she were locked naked in a freezer. Her hands clutched the straps of her bag so tightly her fingers were losing circulation.
Trax stalked forward. She gasped and stepped back, landing into the wall with no retreat. His gaze met hers, and he halted only a second. His hand moved in slow motion, wrapping around her upper arm gently and pulled her forward to the chair.
“Just sit. Let’s get this squared away, and then you can go.” He lightly pushed her arms, and she sat, never looking away from him. There was a change in his face, a softening in his eyes. Even his voice changed to a low, calming murmur.
He moved away to take his stance between Rourke and Gage. They may have changed from angry and aggressive to curious, but it did nothing to calm nerves. If ever there was a time for a panic attack, this was it. Her heart pounded in an erratic rhythm. She clutched her bag and flicked her gaze over the men. With her sitting, their presence was more frightening.
“Been looking for you.”
She jerked her gaze to Kase. “Um…” She licked her lips. “You’re gonna let me go, right?”
He slowly nodded. “When I’ve heard all I want to hear. Now, tell me what happened.”
She nodded and inhaled deeply, blowing out the uneven breath. “I was driving down Belgium, and your friend passed me. A few minutes later, another car came flying up. Ya know the big turn?”
He nodded.
“Yeah, well, he didn’t slow. Anyway, the car and your friend were pretty far away from me, but I saw the car swerve into the bike. He must have lost control from the turn and speed.” She glanced up to their dark, glaring faces. “It happened really fast. The bike went flying over the embankment, and Mick slid down the pavement.”
“Mick?” Kase asked, raising his brows.
“Yeah.” She swallowed a breath. “He told me that was his name. Anyway, by the time I got there, he was lying across the asphalt…” Images of the biker, bleeding, made her gulp. He must have been in so much pain. “I called 9-1-1 and waited until they got there.”
“What did ya do?”
“Um…well, uh, I didn’t move him, but he rolled over, and I just kinda held his hand until the ambulance got there. Ya know…” She peeked up. They were staring so intently she dropped her gaze to the wooden table. “Just talked to him, telling him to hang on and help was on the way. As soon as they got there, he closed his eyes. I thought maybe he passed out, from shock?” She sniffled, not even realizing until that moment tears streamed down her face. Reliving the scene was heartbreaking, knowing the outcome.
“You the last thing he saw?”
She turned her head to Trax and shrugged. “Maybe.” If what the police had told her was right, then she must have been. She peeked over at the men, carefully watching them. Behind the stone masks, she could almost see some semblance of pain.
“I’m really sorry for your loss.” It was said to all of them, but she was staring at Trax.
“Why’d you stop?”
She stared back at him, not quite understanding his question. “What?”
“Why stop? You could have called 9-1-1 from the car.”
She cocked her head to the side, not fully understanding what he asked. “I wouldn’t just leave someone hurt on the side of the road. I stopped because I wanted to help. What if another car came along and didn’t see him?” She shuddered at the thought.
The men shared a look among themselves.
Kase shifted in his seat, resting his forearms on the table. “Why’d you come here?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and glanced down at her bag on her lap. She reached in and felt the tension explode. All the men shifted forward, and she froze. “He gave me something.” She felt for the package, eyeing the men, afraid if she looked away, they’d attack. She grasped the package and slowly lifted it out of her bag. She placed in on the table in front of her.
“Son of a bitch,” the low, gravelly voice uttered. She couldn’t be sure who said it, but Gage smirked.
Kase leaned forward, grabbing the package and opening it up to peer inside. A small smile crept on his lips.
“That what I think it is?” Trax asked.
