Page 31 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
Hell, we were all clinically insane at this point.
My feet moved as quickly as my mind, and before I knew it I felt beads of sweat dripping down the back of my neck. I paused and drew in a deep breath, hoping that the smell of the ocean would settle my raging soul. But, all it did was kick up more anger the longer I stood still. So, I pivoted on my feet and went back to pacing.
Before I ran smack dab into Tanner.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re gonna burn a hole right through the damn walkway,” he said.
I tried to swallow down my anger and not say anything, but the more he studied me the more I felt my facade crumbling.
Not like I had much of a facade to begin with, though.
“She’s pissed you off somehow,” he said.
I clenched my jaw. “Just getting some fresh air.”
He snickered. “I know Sloane back from my teenage years, and even then she was a handful. Don’t worry, it’ll pass.”
I brushed past him. “Glad you’re here. I need to take a ride.”
“Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second,” he said as he jumped back in front of me, “I’m not staying. I’m just coming to check on Sloane.”
I glared at him. “Why? Because Summer got back and was pissed, too?”
He blinked. “Summer was here?”
I rolled my eyes. “I really hate you bringing them into our lives, you know that right?”
He furrowed his brow. “What did they do? What’s going on?”
I thumbed over my shoulder. “I need a ride, and you need to go talk to Sloane.”
I tried to walk away again, but he fisted my shirt and dragged me back in front of him. “Specifics. Now.”
I shoved him away. “If you grab me like that again, you better be prepared to go over this fucking railing. And if you want answers? Go ask the chick who’s trying to force Summer to leave.”
And when I tried leaving again, he leapt in front of me with all of the fervor of an angry lover and pressed his hand into my chest.
“What the hell does that mean?” Tanner asked.
I slapped his hand away. “Just go talk to Summer or Sloane, damn it! I’m not your fucking gossip boy!”
I shoved Tanner so hard that he almost went over the edge of the railing, and I didn’t care. He didn’t listen the first two or three times, so it was on him as far as I was concerned. I stormed off, hearing him calling after me as I jammed my hand into the button for the elevator.
And I was thankful when the sliding metal doors automatically opened.
I heard footsteps rushing toward me before the doors closed and I slumped back against the wall. I closed my eyes and drew in a few deep breaths, hoping to calm myself before I got on my bike. The last time I got on my bike this angry I ended up with a speeding ticket that was so bad it took me to court.
I almost lost my prospect status over that little stunt, and I wouldn’t let Sloane or her bullshit sister rip this away from me.
Because some days, it was all I fucking had.
When I got back to the hotel, I slammed my way through the front door and didn’t give a shit who I woke up. Not only did Sloane dig into a past she had no business digging around in, she also was hell bent on bringing down our club. She wasn’t here to help us like Summer said. She was here to put us all away. The whole situation only confirmed my theory about cops. They took advantage every second they could and then used the knowledge they had to manipulate people to do what they wanted them to do. She even said it herself: she would do what she had to in order to get Summer out. That meant she could gun me down whenever she felt like it!
Just like Melody had been gunned down because he felt like it.
A gentle knock came from the other side of our adjoining door, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Finn, look, I’m sorry if I upset you,” Sloane said.
Her voice grated against my ears and I wanted to punch her in the face. Except, she was a woman, and I didn’t dabble in that shit.
I wasn’t a Black Flag, after all.
“Finn, come on. Seriously, I didn’t mean to make you so upset.”
I whipped open the adjoining door and stared her down. “Then, maybe don’t threaten my club with jail time because you can next time. Leaves sort of a bad taste in someone’s mouth.”
She sighed. “I admit that sometimes I can see cases as very black and white, and sometimes I forget that most things operate within the gray. I will also admit that I am not the biggest fan of Tanner which can cloud my judgement. But, I realize now that I am going to need your help tonight. I can’t do this alone.”
