Page 49 of The Favor

“You know this will come back to bite me in the fucking ass.”

Rourke laughed. “No doubt, brother.”

“Fuck.” He ran his hand over his hair, tugging at the ends.

This would end badly if she ever found out. Bugging her place proved the mistrust the club had, and he was outnumbered with the decision. It was out of his hands. He could mention it to her, but it would have been a betrayal to the club. It wasn’t even a consideration. But betraying Cheyenne is an option? Fuck, his balance was completely off with her in the picture.

“She coming tonight?”

“Yeah.”

He’d talked her into meeting him at the club later on. She was hesitant, and he would have preferred to bring her himself, but they had a meeting before the party. Having her exposed to the club without him with her was not how he wanted her first party to go down. He’d be lucky if she didn’t bolt after five minutes of the debauchery.

Kase had insisted on talking with her again. Trax would be at her side, hopefully putting her at ease. None of her past experiences with the club had ended well, but he’d make sure nothing went down. He’d have control of how Kase spoke to her this time. Hopefully, once Kase heard her description, he’d take out the bugs and she’d never find out. It wasn’t the way he wanted this to go, but he had no choice.

“All right, see ya later.”

“Later,” Trax said and tossed his phone. It pinged just as it hit the chair in the corner. He grabbed it and smiled when he caught the name.

Chey: What does a girl wear to a club party?

Trax laughed and started to type.

Trax: Nothing, if I’m lucky.

Chey: Not happening.

Trax: Whatever ya want, babe. But we like to lean toward the less is more concept at the club.

He waited.

Chey: I bet you do. LOL You sure ya can’t pick me up?

Trax sighed. She was nervous, and it struck him in his usual stone-cold heart. The meeting was mandatory. He couldn’t miss it. He must have taken too long because she responded before he got the chance.

Chey: It’s okay.

Trax: You’ll be fine, Chey. You tell the prospect at the door you’re there to see me, and he’ll let ya in.

Chey: Ok. See ya later.

He shoved the phone into his back pocket. A bad feeling crept inside his gut. He shook off the premonition and got back to the bike he had been working on.

Chapter Ten

“Grow some balls, Chey.” She parked in the lot across from the clubhouse. She had made mistakes in her life, some bigger than others, but this was definitely on her top five. She should have demanded he pick her up.

It wasn’t like her to balk at meeting a man somewhere. Usually, it was a first-date requirement of hers. There was nothing worse than wanting to bolt from a horrendous date and knowing they drove. She’d made the rookie mistake a few times. This wasn’t different circumstances. She’d never had a date that began at a motorcycle clubhouse.

“God, shut up and go in already,” she muttered. This wouldn’t be the first time entering the club by herself. If anything, she should be more at ease now. At least she was invited tonight. She glanced up at the building. Put your big girl panties on and go inside so Trax can rip them off. She shook her head with a sharp snort.

She drew in a breath and got out of her car, chanting “You can do this,” the entire walk up to the door. She knocked softly without getting an answer. The music pounded through the solid wall. She knocked again and moved down a step when the door swung open.

The long-haired man grimaced and scanned the area behind her. “What?”

She swallowed her breath. “Is Trax here?”

“Why?”

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