Page 75 of Outcast

"What time is the meeting? I haven't been notified at all." We should be meeting in a few hours to go over anything and everything Due found. I'd be there, just in case they tried to wedge me out.

"We haven't decided," Ricco said, but the tone was off.

"You mean you were hoping I'd miss it. I'll be there." Then I hit the red end button. Even if he tried to keep me away, Esteban would make sure I was there.

Esteban.I closed my eyes.

He was proving to be everything I needed and then some. I still felt guilt, especially after using him to hurt Matías. Esteban seemed like he hadn't minded.

And Matías hadn't seemed hurt at all. Well, he was feeling some level of hurt, but he was turned on more. I'd never seen his cock as big as last night when it tented his jeans.

I got a text message.

Esteban: I have to check on the shop. I'll swing by to get you for the meeting.

So there was a time already set. Assholes.

Me: Don't worry about it. I'm going to the compound early.

Tires squealed outside and I ran to the corner drawer. I pulled out a gun and crouched as I moved toward the front door. Gunshots went off next.

Shit. I should have taken Esteban up on his offer last night to come home with me, but I'd needed some time away from both of them.

My house was brick, so I was relatively safe hunkered down close to the floor. When I didn't hear any more noises, I raised up and peeked through the corner of my front window.

Matías stood at the end of the sidewalk, glaring down the street with his gun held in both hands.

What the fuck?

I opened the door, not ready to put the gun down, and poked my head out. "What are you doing?" I hissed.

This was Dirty Dogs territory, but we still had to be careful not to raise too many questions.

Matías didn't look at me right away. He watched the empty street like he believed a threat would pop out at any minute.

Eventually, as my heart left my throat, he turned to me but stared down at the ground. "Fuck," he muttered.

On the ground were two spilled coffees from my favorite cafe and a box of breakfast food splattered across the concrete. The savory smell of rice, beans, and eggs registered.

My stomach growled the same time that my eyelids fluttered shut. He'd tried to bring me my favorite breakfast. Even after I'd fucked Esteban's face right in front of him.

I opened my eyes. No. I would not feel guilty about any of that. His actions had consequences. I just couldn't figure out why he didn't seem to care what those consequences were.

Clearing my throat, I lift my gaze to his eyes. After last night, I could miraculously look him in the eye again. "What happened?"

"I believe the new club was going to try and either shoot up your house or car. Until they saw me." His grin was full of sharp teeth.

"So you shot at them?"

"They were in the process of lowering their windows. If I didn't shoot first, it would have given them an opportunity to not only hurt you, but to kill me." He raised one shoulder. "This way, they were on the defensive and sped away."

Matías sneered down at his wasted efforts. "Motherfuckers." Then sighing, he shook his head. "Let's grab breakfast."

I blinked. "Grab breakfast? After those assholes tried to hurt me."

"You're hungry. When you need food, you always get this crazy look in your eyes." He waved his hand toward my face.

I tried not to grin. There was nothing to grin about, but his statement still set off butterflies in my stomach.

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