Why am I questioning if this is severe enough to make a 9-1-1 call?
“Step away from me,” I say, raising my hands.
“I know you don’t mean that, Isla.” He takes another step closer. “We could have some fun.”
“You move any closer to her, and I’ll break every fucking bone in your body.”
Kai.
Only, he’s wearing his full road gear. He’s wearing his cut over a thick black hoodie, and there’s a black bandana around his neck covered in white skulls.
I sag in relief, my breath escaping on an audible gasp as I plant my hands on the reception desk.
“We aren’t open yet,” Noah says.
Kai walks around Noah, to me behind the desk. He places his hands on my shoulders to turn me to face him, then, he crooks his forefinger and puts it beneath my chin, so I’m forced to look at him.
“What did he say to you?” Kai asks.
Under his steady gaze, I find my courage. “He brought me coffee and suggested he wanted to be more. I told him no because we’re colleagues, and he hinted they’d been considering making cuts and that he would put in a good word for me if I complied. When I told him no again, he got rude and threatening. He told me he’d seen me with Smoke at the clubhouse and implied I should fuck him.”
Kai brushes his lips over mine. “Good girl for telling me the truth.” He turns to face Noah. “You got something to add before I break your fucking face?”
Noah blanches. “Why are you defending her?”
“Only a cunt would ask a question like that, but I’ll humor you, seeing you’re clueless. I’m defending her because she’s mine. And Outlaws protect their own.”
I feel the words he says in my chest. Idobelong to Kai. And Garrett.
Noah tries to hold his hands in front of him, almost in surrender, trying to make himself small. “I get it.”
Kai huffs. “No. You don’t get it. You got caught and are facing the consequences. That’s different. If Isla had said,Sure, we could have sex if you let me keep my job, you’d likely be fucking her with your pencil dick in the break room.”
“What…are you going to…do?” Noah says.
“Wait until your boss gets here to make sure Isla’s safe while we report you.”
Noah turns to face the exit. “I’m leaving.”
“You take one fucking step toward that door, I’ll make good on my threat. So, whatever you’re thinking, don’t do it. Go sit in that treatment room with the door open, so I can keep an eye on you. And if you make the wrong choice here and run, you better have somewhere far, far away to go.”
Noah’s shoulders sag.
Kai deliberately looks up at each of the three cameras that cover the area. “It would be foolish to do anything else to you right now while there are cameras watching.” Then, he lowers his head to look at the desk, covers his mouth, lowers his voice, and says, “But you’d better sleep with one eye open.”
I slide closer to him. “Thank you.”
Kai looks at me when Noah moves to the room, as instructed. “You okay, Sunshine?”
I step into him and let him wrap his arms around me. The smell of leather doesn’t scare me. It actually feels familiar, in a good way. “Better now you’re here.”
“Got your message after I woke up, wondering what the hell happened to you, and grabbed my phone to call you. Thought I’d take a ride over here to check you were okay.”
I look up at him, and he wipes beneath my eyes. Guess I’m leaking mascara tears. “I got a little overwhelmed.”
“You didn’t think to wake one of us, to talk to us about it?”
He’s so attractive, I can barely stand it. “Would you have been objective?”
