I know where you
They knew where I was.
It was only a matter of time, really.
Especially if they found out my full name. From there, it wouldn’t be hard to suss out who my parents were. My father, especially. And what organization he belonged to.
Which would lead them right to Navesink Bank.
Almost right to the doorsteps of the club.
I had to do something before it went that far. It was bad enough I was keeping some parts of my past from my people—my family, my club brothers. It was another thing entirely to let that past become a threat to them.
I wanted to tell myself that wasn’t a possibility. That this was about me, not them.
But at the end of the day, most bad guys didn’t exactly have a code anymore. They would use whatever means they needed to get to me. They would go through my club if they thought that was the only way.
I couldn’t put them at risk like that.
Especially unknowingly.
I had to stop being a bitch and handle my shit.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the text and shot back my reply.
It was done.
Or, it would be in a few days time.
For better or worse.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Louana
Nave was a welcome distraction.
Despite the flirty introduction, there was no actual interest. Not on my part, or his.
I got the feeling that he was just the kind of guy who flirted with every woman he crossed paths with, whether he was interested or not.
And why wouldn’t he? Looking how he looked?
I mean, really, what man could pull off freckles and still look like sin?
Nave, that’s who.
But it wasn’t his hotness that made me glad he was around.
No.
It was just another person in the prospect room to talk to, since I’d been doing my best to keep distance from Valen. And therefore, to an extent, from Voss.
Which meant there was a lot of damn silence in the room at night, all of us just fucking around on our phones to avoid talking to one another until we went to sleep.
I was the one who got to give Nave another reintroduction to the space, show him which beds were taken, and which cabinet he could use.
“Looks like we are at capacity with these then,” Nave had said as he shoved a single duffle bag into the cabinet next to mine. “Gotta hope Roderick’s kids don’t all try to join up along with us now. They should be getting old enough.”
“Speaking of old enough,” I said, looking at him. “Why’d you wait so long? You should have prospected back when Fallon, Finn, Seth, and Malc did, right?”
“Yeah, somewhere around there. Just wasn’t done being out in the world yet, I guess. Sure, this club brings with it some fun. As you’ve experienced first-hand.”
“Yes. Loads of fun being shot in the ass,” I agreed.
“But once you’re here, you’re here, y’know? I guess I had some wild oats to sow and shit. Figured I’d bounce back here once I’d seen and experienced enough out there, and was craving the familiarity of here. Funny shit, though…” he started.
“That as familiar as it is here, it feels strange being back,” I filled in for him.
“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. “So how long you been back?”
“A couple weeks. I was overseas pretty much since I was eighteen.”
“Do some fun shit?”
“More than enough for a lifetime,” I agreed.
“Decided to retire into a nice, calm lifestyle of an arms-dealing biker, huh? Kind of like Valen’s dad did, right?”
“Yeah,” I agreed, hoping I didn’t wince when he’d said that name. It was harder for me to keep all my feelings under wraps when I’d had a few drinks, and Nave had been in a shots sort of mood.
“Am I up-to-date on my gossip? You and Valen…”
“Ancient history,” I told him.
“Yeah? He know that?” he asked, smirking as he turned to make his way toward the bunk we’d be sharing.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“That he looked like he wanted to rip my throat out when I said I wouldn’t mind being under you,” he told me as he hauled himself up into his bed. “But I must have misinterpreted it.”
With that, I didn’t hear another peep from Nave as I got myself ready for bed and dropped down with his words playing around in my head.
Surely, he was mistaken.
Guys were notorious for not being able to interpret facial expressions. Or read the subtle differences between moods.
Still, that was what I was obsessing about even hours later when Valen and Voss finally made it back into the room, both of them dropping into bed and seeming to pass out while I obsessed about what look Valen might have had when Nave hit on me.
Then I spent almost until sun up telling myself that it didn’t matter what look he had, that while I wanted a little revenge on him, I didn’t want him to be into me again.
Though, at the back of my mind and in the bottom of my heart, I knew the truth.
That I couldn’t accept that he still wanted me because I knew I still wanted him too. Despite it all.
The next few days were eaten up by showing Nave back around town, and helping him with the endless tasks laid out by Brooks, since he was new to the whole situation.
Voss was around like usual, but seeming to do double-duty. Which was covering up for Valen’s absence.
Where he was or what he was doing was anybody’s guess. But Voss was clearly his ride-or-die, because he even lied to Brooks about Valen being around somewhere when I knew he was nowhere to be seen.
I wanted to ask.
But I wouldn’t let myself.
I knew it would get back to him if I did.
The last thing I needed was to lose more ground with him.
As it was, I was starting to second-guess my idea to prospect, whether it was what I really wanted. Or if maybe revenge hadn’t been the only thing on my mind when I’d made that decision.
Could there have been some tiny part of me that wanted to be in the club and around him in the hopes that we could put the past behind us, and look toward the future we’d always planned?
As much as I wanted to say that wasn’t even within the realm of possibilities, I knew that there was a chance.
“Where’s Valen been?” Nave asked, making me suddenly jerk upright from where I’d been pulling weeds while the guys trimmed back a tree.
Well, they weren’t exactly weeds.
They were little sprigs of mint plants that had been sprouting up everywhere because Billie had planted one mother plant a couple years back, and it had been taking over the joint since.
“He’s around,” Voss said, shrugging.
“Bullshit,” Nave said, though there wasn’t any animosity in his tone. Still, it made Voss drop the tools he was holding and lift his chin at the near-stranger.
“Where do you know Dezi from?” Voss shot back, making Nave straighten this time, even taking a step toward Voss.
I’d been around dudes enough in my life to smell a fight brewing. And if they started fighting, there would be questions and likely punishments.
“Boys, boys,” I said, jumping up and moving myself between them. “I already know you’re all big and strong, no need to puff your chests for me,” I added, getting a snicker out of Nave.