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“Club.” The deep graveled voice came from Rourke, who stood next to Trax. It was said with a warning, which sent shivers down her spine.
For all her confidence and spunk, even Macy took a step back from Rourke. She turned her head and met Cheyenne’s gaze. A slight twinge of fear laced her pupils.
“You,” Rourke growled, sending a quiver through her body. He was talking to Jason. “Go.”
Cheyenne didn’t know Macy’s boyfriend well, but she expected some kind of argument, or at the very least some plight that he was staying. Instead, he nodded and tucked his phone into his back pocket and turned to Macy. “You guys gonna be okay?”
What? Was he seriously leaving? She was stunned speechless, watching him make his quick escape past the bikers. She glanced over at Macy whose eyes were set on the door with her lower lip jutted out. They had been friends for years, and Cheyenne could read her friend better than most people. Macy was pissed.
“What a fucking douchebag.” Her lips twisted as she stared at the closed door.
The silence of their small apartment was short lived when Gage burst out laughing. Cheyenne watched his face spread into a grin, and he slapped Rourke on the back. “Fucking pussy.” He jerked his chin to Macy. “His girl’s got a bigger set of balls than him.”
“Shut up,” Macy said, and Cheyenne gripped her arm to keep her from moving.
“Both of you shut the fuck up,” Rourke said, and immediately the room was swept into silence. Although Gage had a smirk on his face.
When Trax stepped closer, she and Macy stepped back in unison.
“Just saved your ass and now you’re afraid of me.” He glared directly at Cheyenne.
She tightened her lips and shook her head. He was right. Had he not been there, there was no telling what would have happened. This time he stayed true to his word. She relaxed slightly, and she let go of Macy’s arm. He watched her intently and jerked his head to the couch. “Sit down.”
Cheyenne moved slowly. He motioned to Macy, who glanced up suspiciously.
“Go get her something to clean up her face.”
Oddly enough, Macy followed his orders and rushed down the hall. His gaze fell over her cheek, and she could only assume it was where the blood had been. When she had been slapped, it had felt as if her skin had been ripped open. She sighed and curled into the couch, tearing her gaze from Trax.
“You set them straight?”
Cheyenne glanced up again, but Trax was talking to the men.
Rourke nodded, glancing over at her before turning back to Trax. “Protection of the club. They know.”
She had no idea what he meant, but Trax seemed to be appeased with his statement.
Trax folded his arms, jerking his chin toward the hall. “She knows about everything?”
He was referring to Macy.
Cheyenne shook her head. Hopefully, she could keep Macy out of whatever was happening with them. Unfortunately, Macy was not on the same page. She came back from the hall at that exact moment.
“Yeah.” She snorted. “Finger and all.”
Trax’s jaw tightened, and his stare shifted to Cheyenne. “Thought you didn’t open the envelope?”
“Shit,” Macy said in a hushed tone.
Cheyenne gulped, scanning the faces of all the men and shrugged. “We may have peeked inside.”
His brows furrowed, and his eyes darkened. This was not good. She sat up and moved closer to Macy when she took a seat next to her. She watched his glare shift with every move she made. She took a breath, wiping her sweaty palms down her jeans.
This was not the same man from last night, or even a few minutes ago. His whole demeanor took a turn, and all his softness was a thing of the past. She couldn’t fault him, really. She had lied to him. He’d spent last night and tonight comforting her and trying to make things right, and she’d returned the favor by lying to his face. As odd as it was, he seemed almost offended, as though she’d broken his trust.
“We looked,” she said, trying to gauge his reaction. He was giving her nothing, except his continued venomous glare. “B-but, I never showed anyone but Macy. No one else knows, and they won’t. We aren’t going to say anything. You have my word.”
“Your word don’t mean shit,” Rourke snapped.
