“Emma.”
“Yes, Hawk?”
The way she said my name didn’t help; it only fanned the flames.
“You keep pushing me like this…” I lowered my voice, making it more of a warning, “You’re not gonna like what happens when I get back.”
The silence that followed stretched across the room, thick and heavy. Knox stopped moving, Diesel leaned forward, and Ghost slowly lifted his eyes from the laptop.
Then she said it. “You jealous?”
Something dark shifted in my chest—territorial, dangerous, the kind of instinct that doesn’t ask for permission. I answered before I could stop myself. “You’re mine.”
A breath caught on the other end of the phone, and for a brief second, I thought I’d broken through to her.
Then she laughed—soft, cocky. “In your dreams.”
Click.
The line went dead, leaving me staring at the phone in my hand, my heart racing. Across the table, Diesel lost it. “Oh man.”
Knox rubbed his face again, disbelief etched across his features. “She hung up on you.”
Ghost blinked slowly, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. “Did she just hang up on the president of the club?”
I leaned back in my chair, a mix of irritation and disbelief coursing through me. “Yes.”
Diesel wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’d she say before she did it?”
I stared at the ceiling for a second, searching for the right words. “‘In your dreams.’”
Diesel started laughing again, slapping his knee. “Holy hell.”
Knox shook his head slowly. “You’ve got a problem.”
Ghost closed his laptop halfway, his brow furrowing. “She’s baiting you.”
“I know.”
Diesel leaned forward on the table, elbows resting on the wood, his expression serious. “So what are you gonna do about it?”
I looked down at the phone again, the name flashing on the screen like a brand. Emma Blake. Leaning on my bikes, flirting with my men, hanging up on me. Something low and possessive twisted in my gut.
I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the concrete floor.
Knox closed his eyes, sensing the storm brewing. “…There it is.”
Diesel grinned, his voice dripping with anticipation. “You about to do something stupid.”
I grabbed my cut from the back of the chair and pulled it on, feeling the weight of it settle over my shoulders like a promise.
“I’ve got business elsewhere.”
Knox gestured toward the map, frustration creeping into his tone. “We’re not done.”
“You two can finish it.”
Diesel leaned back in his chair, a bemused smile on his face. “You going to her house?”
