No, what I was seeing was pure, unadulterated rage. Not just anger.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“If you ever repeat anything I’ve ever told you, or disclose anything you may have seen or heard while with me or at my club, I will fuckin’ end you.”
“I would nev—”
He held his hand up. “I want you to delete my number, and I never want to see you again.”
“What?” I breathed out.
“Now, get the fuck out.”
“What?” I repeated.
“Aero’ll make sure you get home safely, but that’s the last shred of generosity I’m willing to give you.”
“Wait, what’s going on?” I demanded. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”
“Like hell you don’t.”
This came from Aero and I glanced at him, then focused back on Sundance. “I really don’t.”
“Jesus, you women are fuckin’ shifty as hell,” Sundance seethed. “I should have picked up on the timing of it all.”
“The timing of what?” I snapped.
“Get the fuck out,” Sundance growled, and pushed me, albeit gently, out of his office, slamming the door once Aero joined me in the hall.
I held my purse to my chest and swallowed, willing my tears to stay put until I could get out of there.
“I can find my own way home,” I said, my voice thick with unshed tears.
“Can’t let you do that, Wyatt,” Aero said, and nodded toward the great room.
“Do we have to walk that way?”
“Walk o’ shame, sweetheart,” he spat out. “You deserve nothin’ less.”
I faced him and gave him my own glare. “I don’t know what the hell’s going on, but I donotdeserve to be spoken to that way. And certainly not by someone who makes dubious choices, like doing the bidding of degenerate criminals. Now, I’m going to call a car.”
Instead of backing down like most people did when I used my ‘serious’ tone, he scowled. “Listen up real close, bitch. You don’t get a say in shit, so if you don’t want me to show you just how degenerateIcan get, I’d suggest you turn your ass around and head to the fuckin’ car.”
I shivered. “Show me the back door.”
“Oh, I’d love to explore the back door,” he retorted, and I shuddered at his sexual innuendo, “but we’re gonna go ahead and walk out the front.”
I had nowhere else to go, so I squared my shoulders and turned around. With my head held high, I walked through the great room and back out the front door, keeping my eyes straight and trying not to notice the glares from a few of the bikers milling around.
I was so focused on not breaking down, I didn’t notice Raquel walking in, and nearly ran into her.
“Wyatt?” she asked, and I glanced at her.
“Hi. Sorry.”
“You okay?”
“She’s leavin’,” Aero provided.
