“She doesn’t know what she needs. You have to help me convince her—”
“Logan,” Kadence says in a much gentler voice than I’d use with this asshole. “My sister’s smart. I wasn’t sure about him at first, either. But I’ve spent a lot of time with the two of them, and it’s obvious he’d kill for her. So you’re way off base—”
“No! No, you don’t get it. He let me join in. Fucked her right out in the open—”
“Ugh. Please, I don’t want to know that.”
“You need to understand—”
“Listen, Logan, I’m not sure what you want to accomplish here. But holding us hostage isn’t going to get you back on my sister’s nice list.”
“That’s not up to me.” He lowers his voice again. “I’m trying to give you a way out of here, Kadence.”
“You’re a fucking traitor to everyone, aren’t you,Hemi,” I say in a low voice to draw him closer. “You know when the Iron Bulls find you, you’re dead.”
“Think I don’t know that, asshole? Why do you think I’ve been—”
The door slams open, smacking against the wall. Slow, heavy steps enter the room, stopping somewhere behind me. “Get the fuck out of here, Logan.”
Nowthatvoice I recognize. Deacon.
The president of the Red Storm MC has finally come to play.
Bring it on, motherfucker.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“How you doing, Kadence?” Deacon asks, leering at me. “Caused a lot of trouble the other night.”
Logan gives me one last, meaningful look before leaving the room. Will he try to rescue me? Right about now, I’ll promise to give him a glowing recommendation to Karina if it gets Blaise and me out of here alive.
Deacon doesn’t acknowledge Logan’s departure, so I don’t either.
“I didn’t steal anything, you jackass.”
He lets out a heavy sigh and almost seems sad. “Yeah, girl. I know.”
It hits me then. Ivy’s out-of-control behavior the other night makes a lot more sense.
“Ivy stole it, didn’t she?”
His face freezes. He reaches out and digs his fingers into my jaw, wrenching my head back. Pain flares in my already-sore neck, and I whimper. “Yeah, my girl’s gotten herself into a lot of trouble. But that’s not what you’re going to tell the rest of my club.”
“You’re hurting me.”
“Get your fucking hands off her, or I swear to fuck I will break every finger you got, Deacon,” Blaise growls.
Deacon releases me so hard, my chair tips but doesn’t go over.
“You shut the fuck up,” Deacon roars. He slams his fist into Blaise, and the impact reverberates through my body. Tears prick my eyes.
“Stop, stop,” I beg.
“I’m handling Ivy, but I needyouto come clean with my club, Kadence.”
I drop my chin to my chest, staring down at the ropes around my ankles. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You’ve always been a smart girl. You can come up with a good story.” His voice switches from teasing to deadly. “Otherwise I’m gonna beat the hell out of your boy.”
