Gray stood right beside them now. His gaze swung from her to Cass, then back to her. “No.” A shake of his head. His gaze returned to Cass. “No.”
Cass’s jaw had locked. “We have a problem.”
“I noticed,” Agnes assured him.
His head cocked as he studied her.
She sent him a weak, very brief smile. “It was hard to miss the man who came barreling at me with a knife. His name’s Judas Long, by the way. Guess Judas didn’t like that I stopped him from attacking you the other night.”
“Shit.” Gray squeezed the bridge of his nose. “You actually saved Cass’s life a few nights back? That story was for real?”
“She didn’t save my life,” Cass growled. “She just threw a beer bottle.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw Gray squeeze the bridge of his nose harder.
“A beer bottle that stopped a knife attack,” she had to point out. Seriously, her throw had taken some skill. “Don’t belittle my efforts. Not cool.”
“Sorry, princess.” Cass nodded. “Your beer bottle kicked ass.”
Damn straight, but… “Technically, you kicked ass when you started that whole hand-to-hand fight in the bar with him. The guy is covered in bruises, FYI.”
“For the love of—dammit!” Gray exploded.
Her head whipped toward him.
A muscle flexed along his clenched jaw. He wasn’t squeezing his nose any longer. He was pointing straight at her. “I’m in charge here. I’m supposed to be in the damn loop.”
She hadn’t planned to loop him in on her, uh, sex life. Kinda a need-to-know situation. She had not thought he needed to know.
“The near stabbing tonight wasn’t about you,” Cass told her.
“It felt like it was.” Her attention shifted back to him. “Call me crazy, but when a man comes at me with a knife, it feels personal.”
Cass pressed his lips together. Then… “It’s because we fucked.”
Her eyes widened.
“Sonofabitch!” An explosion from Gray. “This is not the shit I need to hear right now!”
Yes, well, she’d prefer not to be discussing this either but… “What does us having sex matter? What does it have to do with anything?”
“Weakness.” One word from Cass. Gritted. Snapped.
She waited for more. He kept her waiting. Sighing, she told him, “You’ve got to elaborate. I’m all for a bit of suspense, but you can’t just drop one word and be done. You leave too many unanswered questions that way.”
“You’re my weakness,” Cass said, as if each word had been torn from him. “And they are gonna use you against me.”
She wondered who “they” were. She also wondered how in the world she could possibly be his weakness. As far as she knew, the man had zero weaknesses. That was why he was the big, tough badass leader of the Night Strikers.
“My enemies know I fucked you. They know you are a Fed. They will line up to take you out.”
Because she’d had a one-night stand with him?
“Me fucking a Fed didn’t exactly go over well in the MC circles. Those who hate me have always been looking for a weapon to use against me. A weakness. They think you’re that weakness.”
How flattering. What woman didn’t want to be called a weakness? Her eyes narrowed, and she realized that her hands had fisted.
“Oh, hell.” From Gray. “You two really—jeez, why? How do you two even know each other well enough to do that crap?”
