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He glanced away and shifted on his feet. “Go on. I’ll follow you until you get inside.”
She didn’t even bother telling him it wasn’t necessary. It was. She trembled as she made her way down the dark alley, glancing back at the man who remained armed with his knife and pipe three feet behind her. Here was a man who owed her nothing, and he came out willing to protect her. He had a knife, but there were three of the guys, two of them most definitely bigger than the slight man. He put himself in danger to help her.
When she reached the side of the building, she dug in her purse, pulled out her wallet, and turned back. She only had a ten and a few singles. It wasn’t much since she rarely carried cash. She turned back and jutted her hand to him with the money.
He glanced down and twisted his lips. “Don’t need your money.”
“Consider it a thank you.”
“You already thanked me.”
She wiped her hand over her face and started to cry. Her body shook from everything that had just unfolded, and the panic over what could have. “Please, just take it.” She reached out and stepped toward him, begging. “Please.”
He slowly took the money from her hand, his eyes weary. He didn’t say another word and turned around, heading back to the alley. Did he live there?
“Hey,” she yelled.
He halted, glancing over his shoulder.
Cheyenne forced a half smile. “You think they’ll come back?”
His lips tightened, and he gave her a slow nod.
Her heart sank to her stomach. Great, just great. They’d be back, and probably out for vengeance. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who they’d be looking for. She stepped back and made her way to the front door. No signs of the men. She walked half a step up and broke down again. She should have moved when she had the chance last month. The only thing stopping her was Macy’s unwillingness to leave the apartment. She liked it there. She’d grown up in the building and knew most of the residents. When a tiny house had come up for rent, she’d begged Macy to come with her, but she’d declined.
Anger outweighed her fear, and her blood burned. She was frustrated with Macy for not moving, and mad as hell at those guys for attacking her. Hell, she was even mad at the homeless guy for putting himself in danger to take up for her. She wouldn’t have even been in this situation had those bikers kept their word. They promised her. They owed her.
“This is their fault.” she snapped.
She buttoned up what was left of her shirt and then swiped the blood from her nose. Her left eye was already swelling and making her vision slight. Her best decision would have been to go upstairs, get cleaned up, and try to forget the night. She balled her hands into fists as her nails bit into her palms. This was their fault. She clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth. She had too many emotions swirling through her mind in the last twenty minutes. Now, she was left with unfiltered anger and juiced up on pure adrenaline.
She backed up and stormed to her car. The Ghosttown Riders were going to hear exactly what she thought of them and their fucking favor.
****
Thursday nights weren’t usually the big parties, but this one had gone from twenty to forty people in the matter of an hour. Trax sat at the bar with Gage and Rourke for the past thirty minutes. He was tired, and the last place he wanted to be was the club tonight.
The last couple of weeks had been shitty. The loss of Mick was proving to be harder than he’d thought. The man was his mentor, brought him in, taught him everything he knew. He had just seen him in the club hours before he died.
He lifted his beer to his lips, trying to drown out the sounds of the music. They had just gotten back from a ride out for three days up to Culpepper, and he had agreed to one beer before heading home. He glanced at his phone to check the time.
The club was still on edge. The heat was definitely on them since Mick’s murder. It was no accident, and everyone knew it. The brothers rode in pairs, something they never did before, but for safety purposes, it had to be done. Kase’s orders.
“Val.” Gage nudged his arm.
He glanced over his shoulder to see the blonde walking toward him. He turned back around and sighed. His previous encounter with her was enough for him to learn his lesson. The last thing he needed was more aggravation.
“Hi, baby.” She purred and curled her hand over the nape of his neck.
He shifted in her direction and smirked, the scent of her flowery perfume burning his nostrils. “Did I say you could touch me?”
She smiled. “No.” She thought he was teasing her. He wasn’t.
“Then get your fucking hands off me.” He growled and rolled his shoulders. She took the cue and slid her hand off his neck. But she didn’t go away. She leaned on her elbow, jutting out her tits. It was a new tactic.
“I thought we could hang out?”
“No.”
