Page 3 of Colt’s Betrayal

He smiles. “I haven't asked yet.”

“You didn't need to.”

Dad makes an irritated sound. “It's just one drink, Jayne.”

“I said no.”

Raze gets to his feet and I wish he wouldn't. Sitting down, he's a man I don't want in my house. Standing, he's imposing and a reminder of why. He comes closer. Not enough for me to step back, but enough that I know he expects me to.

“You know, I do like a woman who knows her mind.”

“Then this should be easy for you.”

His smile barely moves. “It'll make changing it much more interesting.” My skin goes cold. Dad either doesn't hear that or more likely decides not to.

“Raze is VP. He's not just some asshole off the street.”

“I don't care what patch he wears. I said no.”

I walk toward the front door. “We're done now.” Dad swears, but Raze moves before I reach it. He doesn't block me. He just gets too close and lowers his voice.

“Your daddy says Colt was the first biker who got between your legs.”

My stomach turns.

“Go.”

“Maybe you just need to know what it's like to be with a real man from a club like Perdition.”

I look straight at him. “Get out of my house now.” His eyes sharpen, then his mouth curves. “I'll get that drink eventually.” Something in the way he says it makes every instinct I have start screaming. I open the door.

“Get out.” I keep my voice firm and controlled.

Dad follows him, and it's obvious he's furious with me.

“You didn't have to be fucking rude to him, Jayne.”

“What if I told you he scares me?”

“He's fucking with you. He likes you.”

“That is not at all reassuring.”

“You don't even know him.”

“Neither do you.” The words hit. His whole expression hardens.

“I know who I'm riding with.”

“Do you?”

His eyes turn flat. For half a second, I think he's going to say something I won't be able to forget. Instead, he steps outside. “You always thought you were better than this life.”

“No.” I grip the edge of the door. “I just knew I didn't want it.”

He walks away and Raze gives me one last look before following. I shut the door and lock it, then stand there with my back to the door relieved that Raze is gone. For several seconds there is nothing but distant traffic and my own breathing. Then voices come muted through the door.

I move to the window without getting close enough to be seen. Dad and Raze are beside their bikes, Raze holding a phone to his ear. I can't hear whoever is on the other end, but I can hear Raze.