Page 22 of Traitor

She knows. How?

Her eyes gleam with satisfaction. She tilts her head, watching me closely.

"I know you," she murmurs. "I was a club girl for the Riders before I came here."

"You clearly don't remember me. You were so stuck up your own ass that you never even looked at the people around you at the Riders. You got a good thing going here. Hmmm what would happen if it all went to shit for you?"

My pulse roars in my ears.

No. No, no, no.

She leans closer. "You were one of Jinx's favorites, weren't you? The only one he didn't want to share. Kept you all to himself."

My stomach lurches. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She laughs, low and wicked. "Oh, babe. You can play dumb all you want, but I know exactly who you are." She flicks a glance toward Bones, who's standing across the room, still talking to Ghost. "Wonder if he does."

Fear slams into me.

I drop the rag, my hands clenching into fists. "You don't know shit about me."

Her smirk never falters.

"I know enough."

And then she slides off the barstool and saunters across the room.

Straight to Bones.

I can't hear what she's saying.

But I see it. The way she leans in too close, her lips moving soft and slow like she's whispering a secret just for him. The way Bones' expression shifts, his jaw tightening, his shoulders going stiff.

The way his eyes cut to me, cold and unreadable.

I can't breathe.

I can feel the club watching. I know what she's doing.

And I can't stop it.

Bones finally speaks. He says something to Ghost, but I can't hear what.

My stomach drops.

Ghost nods, already moving.

Tisha's smile is fucking victorious.

For the first time in eight months, I feel like prey again.

Bones

I watch the usual chaos of a Vultures party unfold around me. Brothers playing pool, flirting with the hang-arounds or the club girls, drinking at the bar, laughing. It's just another night, just another moment in the world I've built. The one I protect.

I see Tisha walking towards me.

She moves like she has something important to say, but I see through her. I've seen women like her before. Opportunists. She's been sniffing around me since the night she arrived, making it obvious what she wants. I’ll be cutting her access to the clubhouse soon. Club girls always try their luck with the high-ranks and the President patch is more tempting to them than any other. I get that. But they are also given rules from the beginning. If a brother turns them down for good, they stay the fuck away. Tisha doesn’t seem to want to follow that rule.

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