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Sneaking a peek, he had moved without a sound yet again. Now, his figure stood by the window, eyes cast out into the storm.

He stayed like that. Not a word spoken between us.

I watched him for as long as I could, wondering for the longest time what he was thinking about.

At some point, the sedatives lapped over my mind, and at long last, I slipped under.

I never did figure him out.

I doubted I ever could.

Chapter Fifteen

Jax

The storm beat down on us all the way back to the club. Cold wore at my skin and muscles as the short trip across town dragged on. The thin coat did little to protect me and by the time my brothers and I were pulling through the club gates, Pipe jogging across the parking lot at a sonic pace to let us in before rushing back into the club house, I was solid stone.

“Jesus, you’re freezing,” Anna hissed as I wrapped my arms around her petite body.

“Warm me up?” I whispered in her ear, earning myself a snicker.

“How about I beat your ass on fire?” Wolf growled from behind me. “That’ll warm you up.”

My arms sprung out at my side, palms raised in surrender as I turned around to see the humungous Russian glaring down at me, arms crossed and more than ready to beat my cold ass until I was coldanddead. He was barely tolerable of mine and Anna’s closeness, but as a gesture to the small wildcat, he often let me slide with things that another man would have hung, shot, and castrated me for.

“You can do that later,” Mint grumbled as she shook his wet hair like a dog, flicking water everywhere. “We’ve got a problem.”

I went to put my hands back down but not before Wolf’s huge hand clapped me over the back of the head, sending my ass stumbling into one of the stools, my hands, thankfully, already out to stop my collision.

Big bastard.

“I’m assuming this is why you’ve called us here in the middle of a freaking hurricane?”

Wolf ran a hand through his long silver hair, faded streaks of pink hidden between the white strands that were now beginning to outnumber the remaining black hairs as he dropped himself into one of the leather couches.

On any other day, we would have had this in a church meeting, but with the weather, there was no one other than the patched brothers and Anna at the compound, so Wolf didn’t seem to want to bother with formalities.

“Someone broke into the house on the farm,” Pretty cut to the chase before I could. He was already shrugging off his jacket, handing it to the awaiting Anna, before she went to collect Mint’s as well.

She got to me and offered out her hand before pausing. “Where’s yours?”

“Leave it,” I grumbled, a little too quick.

Anna’s brows shot to the top of her forehead, eyes and mouth looking like they were about to bite my head off for being so rude. But she didn’t. Instead, she did something way worse.

She smirked.

Happier than she should have been, she trotted off with the two wet cuts down the hallways and into the kitchen where they would be left to dry.

I looked back over to Wolf where he was considering the direction his old lady left in, before shrugging at me and turning back to the wide group.

“Your girl?” Wolf flicked his chin up at me.

“We weren’t in the house. When the storm hit, we were out with Max and she panicked. Ronnie got kicked and we had to make do in the barn.”

A bushy grey eyebrow crooked in his direction but fell fast with a short nod. His look meant something I had a feeling I didn’t want to interpret, but either way, I appreciated him not saying anything about it.

Mint leaned up against the pool table next to Pretty, his own short hair damp. “Looks like they were trying to hit the house while the storm was in. Not sure if they expected anybody to be there or not.”

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