Page 92 of The Favor

He dropped his gaze to Cheyenne and then darted past them. She had a flutter of relief hearing Trax’s name. He wouldn’t let them hurt her, right? This was just a plan, and she wasn’t privy to the details. She didn’t trust Kase, but she didn’t have many options at that point.

Kase moved inside his room and then slammed the door shut. He spun her around with her back against the wall, caging her in. He moved closer, and for a brief second, she feared he would kiss her. He leaned in, his breath spreading over her ear.

“He the one who took out Mick?” Kase pulled back, but she couldn’t answer him. Realizing quickly he was about to out her as a witness set her heart in rapid motion. But isn’t this why I came here?

She nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“You’re not gonna let him hurt me, are you?”

Kase flinched as if she’d struck him. “Fuck no. He’s not gonna get anywhere near you.” He seemed believable.

“You promise?” she whispered. His word could mean shit, but she needed the extra reassurance.

He drew in a breath and leaned closer, lowering his voice. “He wants you? He’s gotta go through me.” He paused. “And he won’t get through me. Ever.”

“Okay.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m positive. It’s him.” Her eyes started to tear. She wasn’t sure what got her so emotional, but the fear was more than she could take. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure she could trust Kase, but she was out of options. She’d have to put her faith and safety in the club’s hands.

His hands tightened on her arms, and he whispered. “Calm down, I gotcha. Not gonna let him touch ya, but I need you to play along, Cheyenne. Can you do that?”

She nodded, and he swung his arm around her shoulders, facing the man.

She trembled in Kase’s hold, and he did the most unexpected thing. Kase caressed his fingers over her shoulder. He was comforting her or at least trying to soothe her. When she snuck a peek, he was solely focused on the man in front of her. Before she could think, the door opened and Trax, Rourke, Gage, and Saint walked through the door.

“Is this a fucking train, man?” The man laughed and shucked off his boots.

She peeked over at Trax, who was being held back by Rourke. Gage gripped his shoulder and stared straight forward. Kase leaned closer, but she kept her gaze on Trax, who watched through hooded lids. Kase held her against his chest and smiled at the man.

“How much?”

The man furrowed his brows. “What?”

“Just wanna know the going rate on taking out one of my guys.”

The man eyed the room, clearly seeing the disadvantage he was at. Cheyenne stayed close to Kase but angled her neck, watching Trax and the guys. No one looked in her direction. They were all focused on the man in his bare feet.

“What the fuck, Kase?”

He shrugged. “You tell me. Gotta source says it was you taking out Mick on the highway. Am I wrong?”

The man’s face paled, and Rourke and Gage stepped forward. The rage could be felt by all, but especially Cheyenne.

“Who?” he snapped.

Rourke made a move forward, but Cheyenne’s words had him stopping and looking over his shoulder.

“Me.” She drew in a deep breath. She straightened her shoulders. “I saw you. I was in the car next to you. You hit Mick and then left him for dead.”

The man turned. His jaw clenched, and his furious glare turned into a predatory scowl. “The gash is lying.”

She slithered back, but Kase held her in place. His fingers circled over her arm in a soothing motion.

“Okay. Where were ya the day Mick was taken out?”

Ron’s gaze darted around the room, reminding her of a cornered animal. “I don’t fucking know.”

“You better think, motherfucker, ’cause ya ain’t walking through those doors, past my guys, if you don’t tell me.” Kase stepped forward, blocking her view. “Now, I’ll ask again, where were you?”

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