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The man wore a faded leather cut with a red, gaping shirt underneath, leaving all the ink on his arms available for me to see. The Grim Reaper was inked into his skin over and over in varying ways. That, and a few snakes, some military sigil that I wasn’t familiar with, and a few other faded lines I couldn’t make out, but it was enough to identify him as a Death Raider.
My skin pebbled with goosebumps as fear gripped me and my fingers itched to reach for the revolver hiding just inches in front of me.
“Thought you were coming over last night?” the man asked, walking further into Sasha’s home like he owned it. His boots tracked in dirt, and his greasy hair was held back by a black bandanna. His skin was tan, likely from riding, but it also looked weathered and hairy. He looked to be roughly around the same age my dad was before he passed. Well shit, I hadn’t seen him in seven years, he likely looked older. I pushed the thought away, so I could focus on the interaction in front of me, regardless of the painful lump in my throat.
Sasha ducked her head to the side as he stepped closer and gripped her chin.
I had no idea what was happening, but I knew she didn’t like this man, nor did she want him touching her.
As if he could feel my gaze on him, his eyes suddenly jumped up, landing on mine.
“Who are your friends?”
I doubted very much this man was smart enough to make the connection of who I was based off the pictures around the room. I wasn’t any older than fifteen in any of them.
Sasha led the way, smiling as she gestured toward us.
“This is Sheila, the daughter of one of my best friends. Her and her friend were just passing through for the night, but I made them promise to stop in and see me.”
The man drew closer, and my breathing hitched. I didn’t like him this close, and my head and gut were screaming at me to grab the gun.
His eyes were dark as they lingered on Laura’s exposed legs, and then ever so slowly, he slid his gaze to me.
With an oil-stained finger, he pointed at me. “You’re familiar. Why are you so familiar?”
Max barked, loudly, and it reverberated around the walls so much the man cursed.
“Fuck, that a horse or some shit?”
I was thankful for the distraction Max provided, but the man’s gaze returned to me a second later. I shrugged; a knot stuck in my throat. Sasha laughed him off, tugging on his vest to get his attention off me, but his gaze was laser focused.
I finally made my voice work, just so he’d stop looking at me. “I’ve never been here before, no idea.”
Sasha glanced at the bag of bread then flicked her gaze to me. The message was clear.
If he made a move, shoot him.
“No. I know you from somewhere…I’ve seen you. That nose, and those lips…I recognize you.”
My heart hammered in my chest as he spoke. Was he there that night? Was he one of the men in the van?
“Spider, stop scaring the girl. She said she doesn’t know you, so let it go,” Sasha teased, tugging on him again.
He finally relented, shifting away with Sasha’s pull. His lips landed on hers a second later, his hands shoved deep into her hair as he deepened the kiss. Sasha moved backward, so they were shifting further from us.
I eyed Laura, silently telling her to stay where she was. I noticed her eyes were huge, and her fingers were shaking as she held her mug in front of her.
While Spider and Sasha kissed, his eyes flicked my way once more before another loud engine echoed in the air.
Spider broke away first. “You expecting one of them?”
Sasha’s mouth was swollen as she shook her head. “No, Simon died. I haven’t stepped foot in their club since.”
Hearing her say my dad’s name to this man so flippantly felt like a punch to my stomach. Was Sasha playing both sides?
Spider watched her carefully before turning toward the door. His jaw flexed as the sound drew closer, until a second and third engine could be heard. My heart was a terrified thing, searching for some form of safety. I found myself praying that Killian or Wesley were on their way, because even if we were at war, they’d never hurt me.
“Fuck, there’s more than one of them. I have to get out of here. You better have your ass in my bed by tonight. Understand?” Spider slapped Sasha’s butt as if she needed the physical example. She stared at him, dopey eyed, but I didn’t miss the way her fingers shook as she tucked away a piece of hair, or the way her lower lip trembled as she watched him stalk away.
