She takes another step forward, stopping again before she finally speaks. “They really loved you out there.”
“I guess,” I murmur.
I’m sure I sound just as confused as I appear watching her, wondering what the fuck she’s thinking and where she’s going with this. Is she jealous? I can’t imagine why. It’s not like she’s a dancer.
She dips her chin slightly. Her gaze never leaves mine as she does. I start to ask her where she’s going with this, but thankfully, she doesn’t make me wait, or unthankfully, I’m not sure which.
She leans forward, her eyes focused and intent on my own, and when she finally speaks, a chill of dread and fear slides down my spine. I’m afraid that by coming here, I’ve walked right into the lion’s den.
“You need to get the hell out,” she hisses.
Gone is her normal, stern yet caring tone. This is different. It’s almost scary, a warning that I don’t understand. I’m not sure how to proceed. Half of me wants to rush past her and get the fuck out of this room. The other half wants to know where she’s going with this.
“What?” I ask. “What does that mean?”
“It means you need to get the fuck out of this club. And Raleigh. Pack your shit and go.”
“Can you explain yourself?” I all but demand, my knees trembling, because the only thing I can think of is thathe’s found me.
“I told you I don’t like bikers. None of them. What I like less are mobsters, and there’s one poking his nose around here looking for you. What the fuck did you do in Vegas?”
Shaking my head once, I take a step backward. Oh my god. He’s here. “What was his name?” I demand. I know what she’s going to say before she says it.
“Dante Barone.”
I close my eyes slowly, then open them again. “Where is he?”
“Gone tonight, as far as I know. He wasn’t here for long before I had him ushered out. Girl, you have to protect yourself, and he’s after you. But I have to protect my girls, and as scary as those bikers are, they did a good job tonight. I don’t want anyone to get hurt, and that asshole is going to hurt the girls. I can sense it. I know bad men, and he’sbad.”
“Yes, he is,” I agree with her words. Dante is beyond scary and a very bad man.
“Don’t come back tomorrow,” she hisses, “or for the next few weeks.”
Only then does she step aside to allow me to pass. I walk through the door and head straight for the back of the club. Goose is there, waiting to walk me to my car. I glance around to see if Axton’s pickup or bike is anywhere in the parking lot.
They’re not.
“You good?” Goose asks as I stand next to my vehicle.
Turning my head, I look over at him. I try to give him a smile, but it’s shaky at best. “I’m good,” I lie.
“Piggy said he would meet you at your place.”
“Thanks,” I murmur. “I hope you had a good first night.”
His lips twitch into a smirk. “I’m a married man, so I wasn’t sure if this was going to be something I wanted any part of,” he says. “But it was busy, and it was a fun time.”
I laugh softly. “I’m glad it wasn’t too seedy.”
“Not at all,” he chuckles with a wink. “Didn’t even see a single pair of tits, something my wife will be happy about.”
He tugs the car door open for me, and I burst out laughing as I sink down in the seat. He bends down slightly, his gaze searching mine, and I can see the concern in his features. I’m not sure if he knows something I don’t, but I don’t ask him.
“You want me to follow you home?”
Shaking my head a couple of times, I clear my throat. “Go home to your wife, Goose.”
He winks. “Hope to see you at the clubhouse soon.”
