Page 46 of One Last Chance

“Who is it?” a familiar voice asks from behind Chloe.

“Hey, Domenic, how are you? Didn’t know you were joining us.” Sophia stands behind Chloe, waving at me. She then turns to Chloe. “Are you going to let him in?”

Chloe turns to Sophia and lowers her voice, saying something.

“Oh, really? Well… this could get interesting,” Sophia says, and I pinch my eyebrows together while growing impatient.

“Chloe, can I please come in?” I repeat.

Chloe looks at me, her eyes cold as ice.

“Are you ladies okay? Who’s behind the door?” a male voice asks.

I clench my fists, ready to take on any man who’s in Chloe’s room.

A tall muscly man stands behind both Chloe and Sophia, and he widens the door forcing Chloe to let it go.

“And who is this?” the man asks.

I tighten my jaw when I see who’s in the room. A man with black hair and green eyes stares back at me. He’s wearing a black and white bandana around his forehead. But it’s not the bandana that’s caught my eye, it’s the biker’s leather vest he’s wearing. Looking closely, I see the name on the patch that reads, Tracker, Blood Brothers MC.

This man is a biker?

What the fuck is he doing here?

Jealousy consumes me when I think that Chloe has already replaced me. Even though I look after my body and train every day, this man right here is taller and has wider shoulders. I have to admit, the image of him scares me, but I would take on any man who tries to take Chloe away from me.

My eyes travel down his arms to his hands where tattoos are inked, and I wonder what in the hell he is doing here.

“Who the hell are you?” I reply and step into the room.

Tracker…well, that’s what his cut says, stands between Chloe and me and places his hand on my chest, keeping me back.

“Stand back, brother.”

“Brother… I’m not your brother,” I reply, but then shut my mouth when I see the glare on Tracker’s face. He’s scary as hell, and I’d hate to get on his bad side. But I can’t leave without talking to Chloe, so I take a deep breath and try to get my temper under check.

“Stop it,” Chloe states, then looks at me.

In the background, I make out Megan who’s also in the room.

“So, I’m guessing you’re not coming out with me to dinner?”

“Dinner? Of course, we were just about to head out. Why don’t you join us, Domenic? Hi, by the way.” Sophia waves her hand, and I give her a curt nod, but then say, “Nice to see you, Soph. Sorry about all this,” I explain. “I just want a word with Chloe.”

Not knowing what the look on Sophia’s face means, she lights up with a large smile, then nudges Chloe. Chloe glares at her.

Then Tracker states, “Babe, I’ve had a long ride, can we go and get some grub?”

Babe? He looked at Sophia when he said that.

Feeling a sense of relief that he’s not here for Chloe, I reply, “I’d love to join you all for dinner.”

Chloe rolls her eyes, then turns around and heads into her room.

Giving Tracker my attention, I ask, “May I come in now?”

Tracker smiles, his green eyes now look less intimidating.

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