Page 68 of Her Possessive Bikers

I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at Tres. "Watch your tone with her."

Tres’s eyes meet mine, hard and unyielding. "Kyler, calm down."

"Calm down?" I scoff, shaking my head. "Yeah, right."

"Jacoby," Tres says, voice steady as ever, "grab a blanket for Indy."

Jacoby hesitates but then nods, scurrying out of the room like he’s been given a reprieve. I take a step closer to Tres and Indy.

"She doesn’t need you treating her like some?—"

"Kyler," Tres interrupts me, voice low but firm. "This isn’t the time for your tantrum."

Indy shifts slightly, looking up at me with those hazel eyes that always seem to see right through my bullshit. “Kyler...”

I can’t watch this shit. I turn on my heel, my fists clenching at my sides.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tres’s voice cuts through the tension like a knife.

“Out of here,” I snap, not looking back. “I don’t need to see you playing house with her.”

Her voice stops me in my tracks. “Kyler, please don't go.”

I whip around, “Indy baby, I just need some time to think.”

“Maybe you should think about keeping this family together,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “And right now, that involves Indy and her place here.”

Jacoby walks back in with a blanket, his usual smirk nowhere in sight. He hands it to Indy, who wraps it around herself without a word.

“You two done measuring dicks?” Jacoby asks, eyebrow raised.

“Shut the fuck up,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair.

“Look,” Indy says softly, from behind me. “I didn’t ask for any of this...”

I turn to her, and the sight of her wrapped in that blanket with those big hazel eyes looking so vulnerable just guts me. “Yeah, well, neither did I.”

Tres steps between us, his broad frame blocking my view of her. “Kyler, we all need to talk.”

“What’s there to talk about?” I ask bitterly. “She's clearly already made her choice.”

Indy steps forward, eyes blazing with a fire that could incinerate us all. "You three done discussing my life like I'm not standing right here?" she snaps, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

Tres turns to her, his usual cool demeanor cracking just a bit. "Indy, we're just trying to figure out what's best?—."

"Best for who? The three of you, or me?" she scoffs, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. "I can make my own damn decisions."

Jacoby smirks, leaning against the doorframe. "She's got a point."

Tres’s gaze flicks between Jacoby and me, a storm brewing in those brown eyes. “It’s obvious you both have feelings for Indy,” he states, his voice a low rumble.

Jacoby shrugs, crossing his arms. “Doesn't take a PhD to figure that out boss.”

I look down at my boots, feeling like an idiot. Tres steps closer to Indy, placing a hand on her shoulder. “And I’m guessing she shares feelings for all of us.”

Indy looks up, meeting each of our gazes in turn. “Yeah, I do. I care about each of you, in my own special way.”

A weight I didn’t even realize I was carrying lifts off my chest. “So what does that mean?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

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