Page 4 of Drax (Iron Thunder MC 3)
I glared at Bolt, but he refused to meet my eyes. I just wanted to scream, but knew I had to keep quiet. I knew I had to behave myself. Maybe it was the wrong decision for me to come here. Maybe I shouldn’t have snuck in here when things were so touchy between the two clubs.
Honestly, I had no idea what was actually wrong. I wasn’t really a member of any MC. Not even the Silver Knights, even though my brother was their President. And it wasn’t like he told me what was going on. He didn’t want me to ‘bother my pretty little head’ over it.
But I could see the toll it was having on Crash; he looked both mentally and physically defeated. As much as we argued, he was still my brother. I cared about Crash, wanted to do everything I could to help him. And in my eyes, coming here to speak directly to Drax was the best way in which I could help Crash.
I clasped my hands tightly in my lap as I waited.
Had someone even called for him? Did he even know I was here? What if these guys were just trying to sweat me out in this small cramped room till I broke down and cried and begged them to let me go?
Should I have screamed? Tried to leave now?
I turned my attention to Ghost who was staring down at his shoes. No, these guys would never hurt me. Not actually hurt me.
“Is Drax coming?” I squeaked. I had finally managed to break the silence in the room. Spike looked up at me and shrugged.
“We don’t know,” he replied. But from the tone of his voice, I knew he didn’t give a shit. These guys were not taking me seriously. They didn’t think I had anything important to say to Drax. All I was—was the sister of someone they despised.
“Have you informed him I’m here?” I continued. The more I spoke, the stronger my voice got.
The guys glanced at each other, but they were still refusing to talk.
“Will someone just say something to me?” I cried and stood up from the chair. The moment I moved, the three of them moved toward me threateningly. I sat back down in the chair with a thump.
Really? Was this really what things had come to? They were going to use intimidation to back me into a corner?* * *“Back up, guys.” I heard his voice behind me and saw the look that entered the eyes of the others in front of me. “Leave her alone.”
I stood up from the chair with a jerk and spun around to find Drax at the door of the room. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room in a big whoosh. I hadn’t seen him in over twelve months, hadn’t so much as even heard the sound of his voice in that time.
But I hadn’t forgotten him.
I’d never got over him.
The last thing I wanted right now was for him to think I needed his protection.
“We were just talking,” I said and lifted my chin up assertively. Drax’s dark coal eyes narrowed on me. All of that day, since I’d made the decision to come here and see him, my heart had been thudding in my chest. I couldn’t wait to see him again. I wanted to see if he had changed at all.
But now that he was here standing in front of me, a part of me was worried that he didn’t want to see me. That he was going to be mean to me. This was a mistake. I couldn’t get that thought out of my head.
What was I doing here?
“Looked like you were sitting in that chair and the boys were crowding over you to keep you in place. Ease up, guys. Mary-Beth doesn’t bite. Or didn’t used to.”
Drax spoke in his usual relaxed drawl, in that deep masculine voice. It was like he didn’t give a damn. He was so self-confident in his own authority and strength that he didn’t need to speak quickly or too loudly. My heart was hammering away in my chest.
I realized that I couldn’t take my eyes off him. And that was worrying.
I remembered it clearly because I was experiencing it again—the way this man made me feel when I met him for the first time.
I knew from the beginning that loving Drax was wrong.
I had tried, with every cell in my body, to hate him. To stay away from him. But it was impossible.
He drew me in like a powerful, irresistible magnet. That was then, and I felt like I was going through it all over again now.
I wanted to run to him. Run right into his arms. Beg him to make amends. Why couldn’t we be together again? Maybe we could try a second time?
