Текст книги "Arrow's Hell"

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 TWENTY-ONE 

WHO was that man you were talking to at the bar?” I ask Arrow the next morning. I am still angry with him, but I am also curious. My curiosity wins out.

“You didn’t recognize him?” Arrow asks me. “He’s famous.”

“Nope. Who is he?”

“He’s a local legend. Rock star. Before your time, I suppose.”

“So you were with him the entire night and couldn’t even send me a message?”

He cuts his eyes to me at my tone. “We had some issues; I was busy. Now cut it out.”

“Cut what out?” I ask in a sugary-sweet tone.

“Being a bitch.”

Well, then.

I narrow my gaze on him. “Trust me, you haven’t seen me be a bitch yet.”

He rolls his eyes heavenward.

“God isn’t going to help you,” I mumble under my breath.

“Yes,” he replies, suddenly sounding amused. “I’m starting to see that.”

I pick up my piece of toast and devour it.

“Will you take me home, please?” I ask him once I’m done. Rake walks in, looking like he’d had a wild night.

“Is that a hickey on your neck?” I ask him. “Who were you with? A sixteen-year-old who wanted to show off that she’s sexually active?”

He isn’t amused. “Anna, not so fuckin’ loud.”

I smirk. “You want me to make you some breakfast?”

He sets his puppy-dog eyes on me. “Would you?”

I stand. “Yes I would. Go take a shower. You stink.”

He leaves the room.

“Yeah, for him you’re sweet,” Arrow grumbles.

“Yes, well, Rake didn’t ditch me last night,” I snap. I remember the words he said to me last night about Janet being all that he has left of Mary, but I still feel like he shouldn’t have treated me the way he did. I also feel like Janet knows how guilty Arrow feels and is using it to her advantage.

“Anna, I told you—”

“What did you drop off with Janet that day we stopped at her house?” I ask him, wanting to see if my theory is correct. Janet is using Arrow, and I’m sure he’s been supporting her too.

“Why?” he asks, like it’s of no consequence.

“Answer the question, Arrow.”

He shrugs, playing it off. “She was behind on her rent.”

Aha! I knew it.

I turn my back on him to hide my expression and start to fry some eggs for Rake. Arrow comes up behind me and presses his front to my back. “You need to curb your jealousy, Anna.”

I scoff. “Like you can talk.”

“I’m a man.”

He is a man.

A man with a currently hard cock pressing into my ass.

But that is no excuse.

“Are you saying that just to piss me off?” I ask, purposely rubbing my ass against him.

“Darlin’, don’t fight with me for the sake of fighting, because you’re going to lose,” he whispers in my ear.

Two women walk by and Arrow calls them over. “Can you finish this breakfast off for Rake? Anna is about to become very busy.”

They nod.

Arrow leads me to his room, leaving the women to the task of feeding my brother. He slams the door behind him and sits on the bed, lifting me on his lap so I’m straddling him.

“Stop being angry about last night. I wasn’t choosing her over you, okay? She was Mary’s sister so I keep an eye on her, because I know Mary would want that. You’re strong, baby, she’s not.”

“I don’t deserve to be anything but first place, Arrow,” I tell him. “Janet lied. I would never say anything bad about Mary. I’ve only ever heard good things about her, especially from Faye. Janet is a manipulative bitch, and I’m not going to put up with her shit just because you have a soft spot for her.”

He licks his bottom lip. “You are my priority, Anna, and I’m sorry I’ve made you think otherwise. I’m telling you now, you’re who I want; I’m not fuckin’ touching anyone else, and I don’t want to. Janet doesn’t mean shit compared to you. If I’m honest, it was my guilt taking care of her, since it was my fault Mary died.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” I tell him. “She knew what she was doing, getting involved in an MC.”

He makes a deep sound in his throat but doesn’t reply. I know he doesn’t believe what I’m trying to say; I guess it’s something he’s going to have to figure out for himself.

“I’m serious,” I tell him.

“Don’t know what I did to deserve you, Anna,” he says softly, our eyes connected.

“Then don’t fuck it up, Arrow,” I whisper back. “Treat me how I deserve to be treated.”

“Quinn was right,” he muses. “You are a firecracker.”

Quinn? The older man at the bar last night?

“Well,” I say. “Are you going to kiss me or not?”

He slides his hand up my thigh. “Where do you want to be kissed, Anna? Your mouth, or your pussy?”

My cheeks flush.

I clear my throat. “Maybe we can do both.”

He grins, then slams his mouth down on mine.

*   *   *

A few days later, I’m having the day from hell.

After missing the bus from campus I call a cab. The one day I need an escort, and no one shows up.

Typical.

After paying the cabdriver, who smiles at me with no teeth, I can’t get into my apartment because I can’t find my keys. I knock on the maintenance man’s door, but he isn’t home. I sit on the front step, and then it starts raining. I try to call Arrow again, and luckily this time he answers.

“Anna?” he says as he picks up.

“I’m locked out of my apartment,” I tell him.

“I’ll be right there,” he says, then hangs up.

Five minutes later he shows up, dangling my spare set of keys in his hand.

“Hi,” I say, wrapping my arm around his torso. “Looks like Rake having a set came in handy.”

He kisses the top of my head. “I know. Come on, let’s get you inside.”

When we’re in, Arrow starts packing some of my things.

“What are you doing?” I ask, as he grabs my suitcase from the spare room.

“You’re moving in. Rake and I decided,” he says. “You’re at our place most of the time anyway, Anna. And if you don’t want to stay at the clubhouse, then I’ll move in here with you. Your choice.”

I look around my crummy apartment. “I don’t know, Arrow.”

“You want me to buy us a place?” he asks casually. “And you need a car too. Rake said he offered to buy you a car and you said no. What’s up with that?”

“I’m saving for my own car, I don’t want anyone else to buy it for me,” I say.

He scrubs a hand down his face. “Of course you are. You need to choose your battles, Anna.”

I arch a brow. “Looks like you need to take your own advice right now.”

He stops packing and closes the space between us, a smile playing on his lips. “You’re something else, you know that?”

He lowers his head and kisses me gently, taking it slowly like he has all the time in the world. “I want you to live with me, this is what I’m asking you.”

“That’s what you should have started with,” I tell him, smiling. I wrap my arms around his neck, using his body to lift me up, and wrap my legs around him. “Why don’t we stay in the clubhouse for now, and see where we go from there?”

He looks relieved. “Okay. Fuck, I’m glad you agreed. Rake told me to call him if we had to kidnap you.”

I place a kiss on his neck. “I can be agreeable sometimes.”

“Good to know,” he says, his breath hitching as I trail openmouthed kisses down his neck.

“You know, we’ve never fucked on a kitchen table before,” I say, glancing behind me at the table.

Arrow palms my ass, gripping each globe. “No, no, we haven’t. You’re insatiable, Anna.”

“Are you complaining?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair and gripping it.

“Fuck no,” he replies, walking back with me and leaning me on the table. “You’re more than I imagined, Anna.”

I smile as he kisses me, a warm feeling in my chest at his words. Could Arrow love again? Could he love me?

*   *   *

Later that night at the clubhouse, I find Arrow’s side of the bed empty. I wander into the kitchen to get a drink and hear the men in the game room. As I’m about to enter the room, I hear something I’m obviously not meant to hear.

“It’s safer for her here. Thanks for getting her here, bro,” Rake says.

Did Arrow want me to move in? Or was he just doing my brother’s bidding?

“I think you should tell her who ransacked her house,” I hear Arrow say. “Knowledge is power, Rake—it’s wrong to keep her in the dark.”

They know who did it?

“I’m her brother.”

“And I’m her man,” Arrow inserts. “I’m all for keeping her safe, but she needs to know, so you have a couple of days to tell her or I will.”

“Fuck you, Arrow, she’s my fuckin’ baby sister and you know her history. Now I’m able to protect her from a lot of things. She’s smart, educated, and beautiful. She has a good life going for her, even though you’re in it—which wasn’t part of the plan by the way.”

Arrow grunts. “She’s safer with me, and you know it. No one with half a brain fucks with me, Rake. You need to tell Anna the truth.”

Rake’s cold voice stops me. “Trust me, Arrow; you of all people don’t want me telling Anna the truth.”

“Why?” Arrow asks, voice booming.

I open the door and step in. “Tell me what, Rake?”

Two pairs of guilty eyes look my way.

 TWENTY-TWO 

RAKE shoots Arrow an accusing look, then looks at me again, his green eyes softening.

He sighs. “Come and sit down, Anna.”

I take a seat next to him, feeling nervous. “We know who messed up your apartment. It was one of the Wild Men MC members.”

“Why?” I ask, feeling confused. “How do you know?”

Would Talon let them do that to me?

Rake sighs. “Someone saw him leave your apartment. We tracked him down. It was one of the men we caught messing with our shipment, one that we traded to Talon for you.”

“I don’t understand,” I say, my voice shaking.

Rake sighs. “He obviously wanted revenge, and he was going to take it out on you. You need to be careful, Anna. We only found out everything yesterday, and that’s why you needed to be here with us where we can keep you safe.”

I look at Arrow. “So you didn’t actually want to live with me, you were just doing what you had to. I get it.”

“No, Anna, you don’t. I did want you here,” Arrow quickly says.

“Right.”

“Anna,” both of them say at the same time.

“Talon never hurt me; how come this man wants to?” I ask them.

“Talon isn’t innocent, Anna; why do you keep acting as if he is?” Rake snaps, scowling.

“Hey, you weren’t held captive by him, okay? I was. Trust me, he didn’t hurt me, and I don’t think he would.”

“So he has a soft spot for you,” Rake replies flippantly. “That doesn’t mean it’s going to be enough to save you if his men want you. He’s not the president, Anna; he’s the VP. He doesn’t call all the shots.”

“So, what? This man came to hurt me? But I wasn’t there, so he got angry and destroyed the place?”

Arrow answers this time. “That’s what it looks like. We don’t know for sure.”

“I thought you caught up with him?” I ask, frowning. “What did he say?”

Arrow flinches and Rake cringes.

“What did you do?” I yell, standing up.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” Arrow replies curtly. “Come on, let’s go back to bed.”

I open my mouth, then close it with a snap. “You two are unbelievable, you know that?”

Did they kill that man? I don’t want one of them going to prison. I don’t think I could handle that.

Arrow takes my hand, but I pull it away and storm back to his room.

When we get into bed, he pulls me into his arms. My body is stiff for a moment before I relax.

“Sleep,” he whispers.

Even angry, I dream of him.

*   *   *

“Two vodka and cranberries please,” the young woman says. I smile at her and make the drinks while Summer takes her money and gives her change.

“When does Reid get here?” I ask Summer. It’s been unexpectedly busy, and we’re holding down the fort, waiting for Reid and Tag to arrive.

“He’s on his way,” she replies, then goes to serve the next customer.

I woke up this morning angry with both Arrow and Rake, for different reasons. Arrow because I don’t know if he truly wanted me living with him, and Rake because he was hiding shit from me. I’d crept out of bed early this morning and gone to Lana’s, then came straight to work. An hour early, might I add—that’s how desperate I was to keep busy and not have to deal with my own thoughts. I know Arrow will come to pick me up tonight, demanding that I be reasonable. I know they’re both trying to protect me, but if something involves me I have the right to know. They can keep their club secrets, but when some man is out to hurt me . . . Well, forewarned is forearmed.

Reid arrives and tells me to take a break. I check my phone and see a text from Arrow.

Want to go out for sushi after your shift?

I try and fight my smile but it wins.

I’m not that easy, I type back.

My phone beeps a few seconds later.

How about sushi followed by a bath, a massage, and multiple orgasms?

I shake my head, amused.

Putting my phone away, I head back to work.

*   *   *

“You can’t still be angry, I took you out for sushi!” he calls behind me as I walk into the bathroom. He holds me by my hips and stares at me in the mirror, our eyes connected. He looks down, then starts to slowly slide my pants and panties off, leaving me naked from the waist down.

“Anna,” he rumbles.

“Hmmmm?”

“I want you, darlin’. I want you badly,” he says with a throaty groan. He undoes his jeans, letting them pool at his ankles.

“Then take me,” I softly demand, tilting my neck to the side as he starts to kiss me there. He sucks on my neck until I’m squirming, then reaches his hands around to cup my breasts. He plumps them, sliding his thumbs over my beaded nipples, grinding his cock against me. Multitasking—I like it.

“Arrow,” I whimper.

He slides his hand down, gently stroking me with his thick finger, sliding it inside me, then playing with my clit.

“I wanted you to move in with me, Anna,” he rasps into my ear. “I wanted you with me, so don’t try and hold that against me.”

He grips my hips, bends me over the sink, and slides into me with one smooth thrust. I curse as he slaps my ass, then moan as he moves in and out, hitting all the right spots.

“You’re mine, Anna,” he says, sliding out of me. “I don’t care how fuckin’ angry you get at me, how mouthy you get. I love your sass, your attitude. It gets me hard every fuckin’ time.”

He thrusts again, harder this time. “This pussy is mine, and no one else will ever get a taste of it now.”

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, then bends over and captures my mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. I love it when he gets rough with me, when he lets his passion for me take over. I kiss him greedily, taking everything he offers and demanding more. He bites on my bottom lip before letting my hair go.

We come together, both of us loudly.

Arrow eases out of me gently, and places sweet kisses on my lower back, on both of my dimples.

“Let me fill a bath for you. You can read in there and drink wine,” he says, giving me a gentle look. My heart warms. I was telling him the other day that that was one of my favorite things to do. My legs wobble a little, so he carries me in his arms, letting me sit on his lap and hold on to him while he fills up the tub, then he places me down in the warm water.

“Thanks, Arrow,” I tell him. “Are you going to join me?”

He smirks. “We both know there’s no way I can fit in that tub.”

I look over at him. He is a big man, tall, broad, and packed with muscle.

“I could sit on your lap,” I tell him.

He grins then. “Okay, darlin’, if that’s what you want.”

“I do,” I reply.

“Let me get us some drinks,” he says, kissing me on top of my head, then leaving the room.

I relax into the tub, closing my eyes and enjoying myself. Arrow returns with a glass of red wine for me and an ice-cold beer for himself. He undresses and I scoot forward so he can slide in behind me. I sit between his legs, his knees sticking out of the water, my head leaning back on his warm chest.

“Did you hurt that man?” I ask, my eyes still closed.

He stiffens, but replies. “Yes.”

His hands cup my breasts, not asking for anything, just enjoying touching me.

“Does that upset you?” he asks when I stay silent.

“I just don’t want you to go back to jail,” I admit.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “Why would I when I have everything I want right in my arms?”

He squeezes my breasts to emphasize the everything.

I smile at that.

Arrow picks up the wineglass and brings it to my lips. The rich merlot slides down my parched throat, the taste flooding my tongue.

“Where did you get wine from?” I ask him.

“I sent Blade to the store to buy it today.”

I smirk. “You couldn’t go yourself?”

“I would have,” he says. “But Sin needed me to do something for him.”

I don’t bother to ask him what that was.

“Arrow?”

“Yes, Anna.”

“I believe you promised me multiple orgasms,” I say with a grin.

His body shakes as he laughs. “I believe I did, and don’t you worry, I always make good on my promises.”

“I was counting on that,” I say.

“I’ve been dying for a taste of your pussy all day, Anna. Trust me, as soon as we get out of here I’m going to lie you back on the bed with your legs in the air and feast.”

My cheeks redden. “Fuck, you have a dirty mouth.”

He kisses my shoulder. “You love it.”

I love you, I think.

“Maybe we should get out now,” I say, imagining what Arrow spoke of in my head.

He chuckles deeply and bites gently on my neck. “I think you’re right. I’m suddenly famished.”

I gulp.

He makes good on his word.

Three times.

 TWENTY-THREE 

THE next morning, I walked in on something I never wanted to see.

Like an idiot, I’d come into Tracker’s room with a smile on my face and a plate full of food. What I’d come across was a very naked Tracker and Allie dressed in a nurse’s costume, on her knees with his cock in her mouth.

In my shock, I placed the food down on the side table and ran.

Now I am hiding in my room, feeling both disappointed in Tracker and sorry for myself for having seen something I can’t forget.

“Why are you hiding in here?” Arrow asks when he gets back from wherever the hell he goes for the club.

“I saw Allie choking on something.”

“What?” he asks. “Is she okay?”

“It was Tracker’s cock, so yes, I assume she’s okay, but I’m not. I’m scarred for life and I’ll never look at her or a nurse’s outfit the same.”

Arrow stares at me a moment, then bursts out laughing.

“How is this funny?” I ask, tapping my toes on the floor in impatience. “And Tracker said he didn’t want Allie anymore, he really wants Lana.”

Arrow sobers. “Stay out of it, Anna.”

I say nothing.

Arrow takes that as me planning to start something—he already knows me too well. “I’m serious. It’s not anyone’s business except Tracker’s. He doesn’t need to feel judged here. He’s free to do as he pleases.”

“I’m not going to say anything,” I say, knowing the disapproval on my face speaks for itself.

“That’s right, you aren’t,” he says pointedly. “I thought we could go for a ride¸ get some lunch.”

I stand up. “I’d like that. Can we go out the back way?”

He laughs harder. “Babe, stop acting like a prude. Going by the things we did last night, I know you aren’t one.”

My lips tighten. “It’s not about that. I’m embarrassed that I walked in on them! Now I have to look them in the eye. Well, Tracker at least; fuck Allie.”

He smirks. “You’ll live. Not that I like you seeing any other man naked, but come on, you should see your face.”

I square my shoulders. “Ha-ha, very funny. Now let’s get out of here.”

He reaches out and takes my hand, then brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

My heart flutters.

“I’m not fuckin’ eating sushi today though,” he says, grinning at me. “I want a steak.”

“Fine, I suppose I could go for a steak.”

We walk out hand in hand to his bike. I’m putting my helmet on when Vinnie runs over to Arrow and tells him something in a low tone so I can’t hear.

“Fuck!” Arrow yells, then looks to me. “Anna, I’m going to have to take a rain check, darlin’.”

“Is everything okay?” I ask, stepping closer to him.

“Everything will be fine. I’ll see you tonight. Only leave the clubhouse with an escort—I’m not asking, Anna, I’m telling.”

He kisses me quickly, then gets on his bike and rides away.

I’m still standing there when Tracker walks up to me. “Get a nice show?”

I cringe, closing my eyes for a second. “I’m so sorry, Tracker. Impressive body though.”

And it really is. The man looks like Adonis, all smooth skin and sculpted muscles.

Shame he is Tracker.

I see him smile. “Why you standing out here looking like someone kicked your puppy?”

“Arrow had to go somewhere, it seemed urgent. I hope everything is okay.”

It’s hard to just ignore the fact that things happen, but I’m not able to know what they are, or help out in any way. I just need to wait and hope that nothing goes wrong, that Arrow comes home every night.

Tracker quickly slides his phone out from his jean pocket and presses some buttons. “Fuck, yeah. I have to go too. Sin needs me. Go inside, Anna.”

And just like that, I’m dismissed a second time within ten minutes.

I head back inside to look for a new lunch date, but no one’s around except the prospects. Faye has her own house and is only around sometimes. The rest of the permanent couples all have their own places as well. The only people who live here full-time are Arrow, Vinnie, Rake, Tracker, Allie, and the three prospects who come and go, although it isn’t uncommon for members of other chapters to drop by, or for Rake to bring home a harem of women who don’t want to leave. I’m about to give in and just make myself a sandwich when Lana calls me.

“Hey,” I say, leaning the phone between my shoulder and ear.

“Hey, you busy? I thought we could go out and have some lunch.”

I smile. “I’ll come pick you up in ten.”

“Pick me up in what?” she asks, sounding confused.

“One of the guys will bring me in the four-wheel drive.”

“Oh, okay. See you soon then.”

We both hang up, and I go in search of a prospect.

*   *   *

“Do you think women prefer alpha males? Or cute, geeky men?” Lana asks me after a bite of pizza.

“Why have you been asking these weirder-than-usual questions?” I ask.

She shrugs, looking down at her plate. “Just curious.”

“Alpha males, definitely.”

She rolls her eyes. “We know that’s you.”

I cough. “Ahem. Tracker.”

She flashes me a sheepish smile. “He’s charming. Sue me.”

“What happened to Dash?” I ask. I’d hoped they would hit it off.

“We’ve spoken a few times but haven’t met up. He’s great, but he’s not Tracker.”

That’s probably a good thing.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Lana. Tracker is my friend, but Allie is still there at the clubhouse with him. I guess you need to decide for yourself and know that I’ll always have your back, no matter what you choose. Or who.”

“Do you think he’s still sleeping with Allie?” she asks, frowning.

Fuck my life.

She gasps. “You cringed, I saw it! That means he is.”

“Lana—”

She holds her little hand up. “Say no more, Anna, say no more.”

Thank goodness for that.

I open my mouth to speak when someone takes the seat next to me.

“Hey,” Talon says, swiping my plate and taking a bite of my food.

I stare at him with my mouth hanging open.

“Ummm, Anna?”

I look at Lana and clear my throat. “Lana, this is Talon, my kidnapper. Talon, this is Lana, my best friend. Keep staring at her like that and I’ll stick my fork in your eye.”

Talon smiles. “Nice to meet you, Lana.”

Lana doesn’t look so thrilled. “You’re the one who kidnapped her?”

“Well, Ranger actually did the kidnapping, if you want to get technical. I was just—”

“My babysitter,” I interject.

He nods. “Right. We had some good times, didn’t we, Anna?”

I don’t bother to comment. “May I ask what you’re doing here?”

He shrugs and leans back, his arm casually hanging on the back of the chair. “Was walking by and saw you, wanted to say hello.”

Blade walks in then and sees Talon. His face turns to stone. Before I can even blink, he has his phone to his ear. Probably calling Arrow.

“Arrow is going to be pissed, Talon: you need to get out of here.”

He gives me a weird look. “Do you love him, Anna?”

I swallow. “Why would you ask me that?”

“It’s important.”

“It’s also none of your business,” I snap, wondering what the hell his game is.

He’s quiet for a few seconds before he speaks. “I need to talk to Arrow.”

“So you’re using me again to get the club’s attention? This whole me-being-used-as-a-pawn thing is really getting old.”

He sighs and crooks his head from side to side. “You’re a lot more than that, Anna, trust me.”

“More nonanswers. Just what I fuckin’ need.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Quite a mouth on you.”

Blade sits down opposite Talon and glances around. “What do you want? Leave the women out of it.”

“I’m not going to hurt the women,” he says, glancing sideways at me. “I want a word with Arrow.”

“Why?” Blade asks.

“That’s between me and Arrow,” Talon fires back.

“He’ll be here,” Blade says, his eyes on me. “And he won’t be happy you involved Anna.”

“I’m not a threat to Anna.”

Lana gives me a wide-eyed look. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to date a biker after all.”

“Smart move,” I mutter.

Talon flashes a charming smile at her. “Oh, come on now, we’re not all that bad.”

Lana purses her lips. “Right.”

Talon sighs. “I miss the old days where women were afraid of me.”

I grin at that. “I’m sure they still will be, just find ones who aren’t badass like Lana and me.”

He messes my hair. “You are kind of badass, aren’t you?”

“Get your fuckin’ hands off her,” Blade grits out, his face going red.

Oh, dear.

I can see this escalating fast.

Blade’s phone rings, and he looks to Talon. “He’s out front.”

Talon looks down at me, a sad expression flashing on his face. “Take care, Anna.”

My brows furrow. What am I missing here? Something is going on, but I haven’t the slightest idea what it could be.

“Both of you stay here,” Blade says, following Talon outside.

“Holy shit,” Lana mumbles.

I slide my plate back from Talon’s side and take a bite of my salad.

“How can you eat at a time like this?” Lana whisper-yells.

I put my fork down. “What do you want to do?”

She stands up, grabbing her handbag. “Let’s go and see what’s going on.”

I follow her to the front window, where she sticks her face against the glass.

People in the café start to stare.

“Seriously, Lana?”

She turns her head around. “What? All I can see is Talon and Arrow standing next to their bikes, talking.”

I grab her hand and we walk outside.

I see Arrow shaking his head, and Talon reaching into his pocket and pulling out some papers. Arrow glances at them, then slams them against Talon’s chest. Arrow looks down at the ground, while Talon’s lips keep moving, obviously telling him something.

What the hell is going on?

I look at Lana, who looks even more confused than I, then back at Arrow in time to see him punch Talon square in the face. I try to run to him, but Blade appears and holds me back. Talon doesn’t hit Arrow back, but for some reason he looks . . . almost pleased?

Arrow notices us standing there, and storms over, not even looking at me.

“Get them home,” he demands to Blade. “Now.”

Then he walks back to his bike, gets on it, and rides away.

Talon watches him leave, then does the same.

“Come on,” Blade says, herding us into the car.

We drop Lana off first, then drive back to the clubhouse.

I sit on our bed, and wait for Arrow to come home and explain.