Page 13 of Static

Static

"Shit." I sighed as I watched Gwen pull out of the parking lot. I tried to catch her to let her know I was going with her to drop the kids off. Lock had given the order this morning for each of us to stick with the women again since Fremont's guys had run me off the road. He didn't want anyone going anywhere alone.

Getting on my bike, I took off down the road. At least I knew where she was heading. Unfortunately, by the time I made it to the school she was gone. Pulling out my phone, I brought up a tracking app and activated it. Gwen would probably be pissed if she knew I was tracking her phone, but after all the fucking bullshit we'd been dealing with from Trent, the mafia, and fucking Fremont, she'd just have to deal with it.

My brows drew together as I saw she was already heading back into the city. Gunning the motor, I pulled out onto the road. By the time I caught up with her, I was fucking fuming. Her car was parked outside a police station in northern Tucson. I had no idea what she was doing here, but I was about to find out.

Getting off the bike, I stalked toward the station, only pausing when Gwen came walking out. There was an officer by her side, and I tensed up as I waited to see what was going on. My hands fisted at my side.

Surprise flashed over her face as she caught sight of me. They were close enough for me to overhear the man ask, "Friend of yours?"

"Yes, he is. Thanks again, David," Gwen said, giving him a smile.

"I can stick around-"

"Don't bother," I growled, glaring at him. "No one needs you here."

"Static!" She looked at me in shock. She wasn't used to seeing me this way. I wasn't normally like this, but she created this within me. She brought out this angry beast, and I was pissed that I found her with another man.

He glanced back and forth between us, his hand dropping down to the gun at his hip. "If there's a problem-"

"There isn't a problem," Gwen interrupted, her voice sharp. "Please, David. He's a friend of mine."

"You sure?" he asked.

"She said she's sure," I bit out.

"Stop it," Gwen hissed, moving closer to me. She lowered her voice. "He's not the enemy. I came here to speak to him. I'll explain, I promise."

She stopped next to me, resting her hand on my chest. The heat of her skin sank through my t-shirt and I wanted her to run that hand all over my body. Just not right now. I was busy trying not to attack this fucking asshole standing there staring at us. I didn't answer her, just glared at him until he gave us both a curt nod and walked back into the station.

"What are you doing here?" Gwen demanded, glaring right back at me.

"What am I doing?" I barked. When she flinched, I sucked in a calming breath. "Sorry," I muttered. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her. She'd been through enough without me bellowing at her. "Why are you here? Who's that piece of shit?"

"Static," she sighed. "Please don't do this."

"Do what?"

"Act like this."

"Like what?" I asked, starting to get annoyed again.

"Like a possessive, overprotective caveman."

I turned, shuffling her backward until she was caged between me and my motorcycle. "You don't want me to be an overprotective caveman?"

She was nervous, but didn't look scared as she stared up at me. If I saw even a hint of fear, I would back off. Since I didn't, I continued.

"How about I go in there, grab the fucking prick, and beat his ass?"

"Static."

"If you don't want me to act this way, then don't put yourself in a position where I need to."

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, shaking her head. "You're never like this. You-"

"You have no idea how I am."

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