Page 1 of Suspicious

CHAPTER ONE

Bea

The rolling of my stomach jolts me awake while the harsh morning light seeping through the almost blackened curtains assaults my senses, pulling me further from a restless night’s sleep. Groaning, I’m disorientated. My mouth is so dry I can barely swallow while nausea swirls around me like a vapid beast ready to ruin my day. Each movement I make sends a jolt of pain through my temples, so I squeeze my eyes shut, trying with everything I have to block out the heinous world.

The world that is breaking my usually bright spirit.

The events of last night seem like one hazy blur. A swirl of me drowning my sorrows, loud music, and too many shots of tequila race through my brain. With a loud groan, I slide the covers from me, forcing myself to sit up. The room spins violently, and I grip the edge of the bed to steady myself, focusing on my room, but my foggy eyes widen as I take in the sight.

My head begins to pound, matching the rhythm of my racing heart. My breathing increases, and at the same time, my nausea rolls to the point I dry heave, catching myself before I actually puke. Glancing down, I’m wearing my tank top and panties, but nothing else. I spin around to look at whoever’s bed I am in, and with a small amount of relief, there’s no one beside me. But it doesn’t change the fact that I amdefinitely notat home in my own bed.

I am one hundred percent in a man’s bedroom, one I have never been to before, and I have zero recollection of how I got here—or, more importantly, what I did last night.

“Jesus Christ, Bea. The one night you get blind drunk, and you do somethingthisreckless?” I whisper to myself.

With my hands shaking slightly, I try to stand, wobbling with how god-awful I feel. I reach out to hold onto the nightstand and accidentally knock a glass of water. When I glance down, I see a note beneath the glass with my name in big, bold letters. Scrunching up my face in curiosity, I slide the piece of paper out from beneath the glass and begin to read.

BEA,

YOU’RE SAFE!

Don’t freak out.

I snort out a laugh, rolling my shoulders. “Bit late for that… whoever you are.”

Drink the water. It will help with your headache. I’m sure you have one.

There’s Tylenol in the nightstand. Take some.

Furrowing my brows, I slide open the drawer, my eyes landing on the bottle of pills. Gratefully, I pop two from the pill bottle and wash them down with a gulp of water. Then, continue reading.

WHERE ARE YOU?

Again, don’t freak out.

Instantly, the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention, and my nerves begin to wreak havoc as I peer around the room, wondering who the hell this guy is who’s writing to me like he knows me.

You called last night shitfaced drunk. I had no choice but to come get you. By the time I arrived, you were practically blacked out. I brought you back to the clubhouse to let you sleep it off.

Bea, you’re at LA Defiance MC.

My eyes widen as I let out a shocked gasp. My head spinning with the weight of the information in front of me.

I’m at the clubhouse.

Loki’s clubhouse.

Alex’s clubhouse.

The man I’ve spent years avoiding…in person.

The boy next door I grew up with.

The man who broke my fucking heart.

My brother’s best friend!

“Oh God, please no,” I whisper, my eyes flooding in tears as I glance around the room at the pictures on the wall. Pictures of Jason, Alex’s little brother—I grew up with him too. Pictures of my older brother, Theo, and Alex—I shake my head—orLoki, as he likes to be called now. It’s his road name.

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