“Goddammit.” Suddenly he slips into his boots, pulls open the door behind me and disappears.
“What the hell just happened?” I ask out loud into the empty apartment and drop against the door.
Twenty-Two
Goddammit.Whatelsedidthat asshole say to her? Why can’t he just keep his mouth shut? He knows that club business shouldn’t be discussed with people who aren’t members. And Layne? Layne is definitely not a club member.
I stomp across the grounds, past the garage, to Paxton’s cottage. Once I get there, I march in without knocking.
“What the fuck, man?” I shout as I open the door.
Colton sits on the couch, one foot propped up on the coffee table. As soon as he sees me, he sits up straight and holds up his hands.
“What? Did she come crying?” Pax looks up at me from behind the kitchen island.
“What are you talking about?” I turn to face him.
“I assume you’re barging in like this because of Layne?” He raises his eyebrows with an arrogant look.
Shaking my head, I step closer to him. “You know we don’t discuss club business with outsiders.”
“First, why the hell are you in my house with your boots on? Second, she’s not a real outsider, she’s just not a member. And third, I haven’t told her a goddamn thing.” He gives my boots a pointed look.
Exasperated, I walk back to the door and pull them off. When I re-enter the room, I say, “She was upset.”
“True that,” Colt adds. I got no idea how he knows that, but whatever.
“She was quietly crying by the door and then asked me what I knew that she didn’t. Care to explain?” I widen my eyes and hold my hands questioningly in the air.
My brother lets out a dramatic sigh. “All these bitches are so damn dramatic.”
“Damn it, Pax, seriously. I want a fucking answer, because I swear I’m going to punch you in the face.” I take a threatening step in his direction and clench my fists to emphasize my words.
He puts his hands up defensively. “Calm down, man. She came to ask what my problem with her was.”
“And what is your problem with her?” I ask after a few seconds of silence.
“That she’s always bringing trouble. And that’s exactly what I said.”
“You said she screwed us over,” I conclude.
“She fuckin’ did.” Pax raises his voice and Colt comes over and stands next to me.
“You don’t know that,” he says softly to Paxton, who then turns his gaze to his best friend. “You don’t know if she knew. Or if she knows.”
“Knows what?” Frowning, I flex my hand. I feel like I’m missing something. Something big.
Colt gives Pax a piercing look, then turns to me and says, “We were about to call you and Brooks. The others are on their way.”
What the fuck is going on? “The table or first …”
“First here, because we want you and Brooks to be informed before we inform the rest of the MC,” Colt says, and Pax nods.
What the fuck have they discovered? Why’s Pax accusing my girl of setting us up?
Fortunately, it doesn’t take long for them to arrive, one by one. Nevertheless, I sit on Pax’s immaculate white sofa, impatiently bouncing my leg.
Everyone neatly puts their shoes on the porch and then takes a seat in the sitting area. Colt kneels down next to the coffee table and spreads a map over it. It’s a map of the harbor they went to last night. Only on this one there’re two black circles, right next to each other. My gaze seems to stick to them and my fingers are trembling. What on earth have they found out?
