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“There’s nobody here,” Glock said and I whipped around to him with anger.
“I feel it in my gut,” I snarled at him and Glock shrugged his shoulders.
“That isn’t going to do us much good, is it? There is nobody here to shoot at!” Glock snapped and I walked back towards our position, with Glock following me.
“Just keep your mouth shut. We need to listen for any sounds,” I told him authoritatively and he took up his position with a humph. I needed to think. I needed for Glock to stop talking.
Back in position and I was thinking about Kylie again. She had taken over my mind. I tried to rack my brain for when her next meeting with Marco was set up, but I couldn’t remember.
Fuck it, I thought. I decided to go see her anyway. I needed to set the record straight and find out why she had left. I didn’t want to force her into anything, but I needed to know.
A part of me had always known that someone like her wouldn’t want to be with a guy like me, but I needed to hear it from her. I tried to remind myself that there would always be a bucket load of Jessica’s. More pussy than I could handle. But I didn’t care about them. All I wanted was Kylie and if I couldn’t have her, at least I needed to know why.
“You’re right. We’re being watched,” I heard Glock say beside me and my hand went to my gun again. “It’s a feeling. There’s someone there,” he added and I clenched my jaw.
“Let’s not start anything right now. We need the delivery to go smoothly. Once Tank and Gunner have all of it packed away in the warehouse, we can deal with the Dragon Knights. Right now, we need the shipment to be put away first,” I said and Glock nodded his head.
“The next shift of guys will be here soon to keep watch on the warehouse, so nothing will happen to this shipment today.” Glock nodded and went back to his position.
“You okay, man?” he asked, after a few moments of silence.
“For Fuck’s sake, Glock!” I snapped at him and he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m hungover, that’s all. It’s not like I need to be tucked into bed and fed chicken soup,” I added and he grinned at me.
“Just checking. Gunner had the same look about him when he first met Brooklyn, so I was just wondering,” Glock said and I rolled my eyes and looked ahead.
I was conscious of being watched. Not just by the Dragon Knights but by Glock as well. He had hit the nail on the head, even though he didn’t know it. He thought he was making a joke, but he had no idea how close to the truth he had gotten.
I was suffering from the exact disease Gunner had caught and I was starting to feel sick.
CHAPTER 13
Kylie
I was back in my scrubs again, with my curls tied up in a bun at the top of my head. In the physical therapy room, I was working with one of my usual patients who had been making immense progress.
The day had gone by more quickly than I anticipated. It was nearly six already and he was my last client of the day. As I helped him back on to his wheelchair, the doors of the therapy room burst open and I looked up with a jerk to find Hunter at the door.
I felt my muscles stiffen, my body tense up with fright. Hunter did not look pleased. But what else could I have expected from a guy like him? I had deserted him without warning, while he was in the shower. A man like Hunter would not just let it go.
I helped the older man on his wheelchair and tried keeping my eyes averted from Hunter. The last thing I wanted was for him to cause a scene in front of one of my patients. I had seen the look in his eyes already. Bloodshot and narrowed. Hunter’s blue eyes were dripping with rage.
He looked dangerous standing there by the door. His legs spread apart, his clenched fists by his side, his shoulders heaving. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but feel that sizzle under my skin again. He had a strange way of turning me on. Unlike with Tony, I wasn’t afraid of Hunter. I was attracted to him. I was reminded of his hands on my body, that firm mouth of his on my nipples, on my pussy. I had to press my thighs together because I could feel a throb between them. I was wet just looking at him.
“Same time next week?” I spoke to my patient in a calm manner, hoping that Hunter would see he couldn’t scare me. No, I wasn’t scared; I just didn’t expect my body to react with such physical force to his presence in the room.
The man nodded, patted my hand in the way of gratitude and then started wheeling himself towards the door. I looked up to see that Hunter was still glaring at me. Almost grudgingly, he stepped aside to let my patient wheel past him, and when he was gone, Hunter swiftly turned the key in the lock. There was absolute silence in the room and I was sure that he could hear my madly beating heart.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him, jutting my chin up in the air.
It took Hunter four long strides to come to a sudden jerking halt right in front of me. I felt goosebumps erupt on my skin, I could smell him, feel the warmth of his hulking body right in front of me. I had to crane my neck up to look at him.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Hunter said and I widened my eyes at him.
“I’m at work. This is my job. It’s not surprising that I’m here,” I replied and crossed my arms over my breasts. I glanced at the locked door again and he saw me do that.
“Don’t worry, Kylie, you’re not a prisoner here. You are free to leave whenever you like. I just wanted some privacy while we talked,” Hunter spoke, and even though he was trying to reassure me, I could see that he was still angry.
I squared my shoulders and met his eyes straight on. If there was one thing that being with Tony had taught me…it was the importance of not portraying weakness.
“Okay, then tell me what you are doing here,” I said to him and Hunter took in a deep breath.
“You left while I was in the shower. You left without a word. You made me think that you wanted to stay. So, tell me Kylie, what’s your game?” Hunter was snarling as he spoke and his nostrils were flared. While I could tell, Hunter was angry, this wasn’t the same familiar rage that I would see on Tony’s face.
I jutted my nose up higher in the air, clutching my arms tightly with my hands as I hugged myself. I could feel my voice cracking already. Would he even understand? But there was no point in lying. It was for the best that he knew the truth. I had no other explanation for why I left so suddenly other than the truth.
“I saw your patch,” I told him and tipped my chin towards the patch on his leather jacket, the one I foolishly hadn’t noticed earlier. In fairness, Hunter had never tried to hide it. He looked confused now, his brows were crossed and he looked over at his arm.
“And?” he said, jerking his head back at me.
“You’re a member of a motorcycle club,” I said to him, gritting my teeth. He still didn’t realize the significance of what I was saying. That I didn’t want to be with a guy like him.
“Bad Disciples. That’s what it says, you’re a part of a MC,” I continued and Hunter still looked lost. The anger in his eyes was diffusing a little, to be replaced by more confusion now.
“I know that and now you know that too, what is the problem, Kylie?” he was speaking in a low growl and I took in a deep breath and licked my lips. I would have to spell it out for him, I had no other choice.
“I can’t be with someone in a MC. I can’t have you in my life, not when I have a son to think of,” I continued and Hunter scanned my face for more clues, looking me up and down.
“I thought you knew when you met me. Didn’t you see my patch? I thought it was evident,” he said, in a different kind of voice. He wasn’t as enraged as before, just at a loss of words.
“No, I hadn’t figured it out till I saw the patch in your apartment. Maybe I was being naive, and I knew all along but just didn’t want to admit it to myself because I was attracted to you,” the words came out in a gush from me before I could stop it. I hadn’t wanted to admit to him how I felt, but there it was, hanging out in the open for him to digest.
Hunter’s blue eyes diffused a
little and he took a small step in my direction. I stepped away from him and he stopped.
“What is the problem, Kylie? So, what if I’m in a MC? I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said, in a softer voice now and once again, I was reminded of how different he was from Tony, how he could make me feel safe around him with just one look.
