“Make me.”
“I said take it the fuck back!” he roared, fist coming up.
Smoke barked sharply, not at me — at Ranger.
Like he didn’t like where this was headed.
Before the punch could fly, Cap’s voice boomed down the hall.
“That’s enough!”
Ranger’s fist hovered midair. Even he seemed startled at himself. He slowly unclenched his hand and dropped it, muttering something under his breath.
Smoke leaned into his leg again, grounding him.
I grinned because I couldn’t help myself. “Never thought I’d see the day you get twisted up over a girl.”
His lip twitched.
Cap stepped in and clamped a hand on my shoulder. “Take a walk, Ghost.”
Smoke’s eyes tracked me as I backed away.
I wiggled my fingers at Ranger and tossed him a wink before turning down the hallway.
Yeah.
Fresh air sounded real good right about now.
I marched through the clubhouse, all eyes on me as I slammed out the front door. A bike ride. That’s what I needed. Wind in my hair. Whipping around my body. The sun, just barely cresting the horizon.
I threw my leg over my bike before I heard someone trotting up to me.
“Gotta take a buddy,” Cap said.
I just scoffed and cranked up my bike.
He reached over and toggled the kill switch.
“Hey!” I barked.
But when I looked over at him, he leveled me with a look that said, ‘I’m your president.’
That got me to shut it.
“You need a buddy if you’re leaving,” is all he said.
I sighed heavily as I turned my eyes back to the horizon that was just barely twinged with sunlight. “She’s fucking pissed, Cap. Everything I do, it just makes her angrier.”
“Well, she’s got every right to feel that way right now.”
“I did what I had to do! At your orders!”
He didn’t flinch when I yelled. “Doesn’t mean she can’t be upset.”
I growled as I raked my hands back and forth in my hair. “I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you want?”
