I shook my head. “I’m not sure of anything right now.”
Maybe it was just post-coital bliss. Maybe my senses were much too heightened, and I was reading into things too much. I took one last look over my shoulder before the bathroom door closed, and there wasn’t even a hint of a shadow anywhere. No one else was in that restroom, except for her.
Brielle.
And yet, the hairs on the nape of my neck didn’t settle down.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” I said, patting her hand.
“Lead the way, handsome,” she said.
Something she had never called me before. Even after we had sex.
Something was very, very wrong.
20
AXTON
“I’m about to go to that fucking party myself,” I growled.
I slammed my silent cell phone down against the conference table on the top floor of the clubhouse. I turned around, staring out toward the darkness of the desert and a multitude of stars twinkled in the sky. Something was wrong. I felt it in my bones.
Something had happened to my men.
“That’s it,” I muttered, snatching my phone up. “I’m going to that party and yanking them out of there.”
The last update from Dante had damn near been an hour ago when he initially told me he had spotted her. I charged out the door and rumbled down the stairs. I patted my pockets, making sure I had my keys and my wallet along for the ride.
But just as I entered the front foyer, I heard Dante’s bike pull up.
“About mother fucking time,” I murmured to myself.
“That what I think it is?” Mav asked, bolting in from the kitchen.
I sniffed the air. “Roast beef. Again?”
He shrugged. “What? It’s my newest serotonin food.”
“Can’t you pick something that doesn’t smell like shit?”
“It doesn’t smell like shit. I made it personally this past weekend.”
“Well, what you make smells like shit,” I said flatly as the doorknob turned.
And when the door flung open, Dante stood there with Brielle on his arm.
There was a look on his face, though.
“Well, well, well,” Mav said as he took a bite of his nasty ass sandwich, “how were things at the charity event?”
“It came and it went,” Dante said, ushering Brielle inside.
Mav whipped his gaze up to me and I froze. The phrase. He had thrown out our phrase. Luca had originally put that into motion with our group. A code phrase for anytime trouble was right behind us. I stared Dante down as he nodded his head. His smile told me he was fine, but his stare told me something was wrong. And when I looked over at Brielle, I watched her head swivel around. Left to right. Up and down.
As if she’d never seen the place.
“It came and it went?” Mav asked.
