Page 35 of Bound By Consequences
I just wanted to talk to her. She’d been in my dreams since the night we spent together. Now she was here in the flesh, and they wouldn’t let me near her? Why? Surely they weren’t protecting her from me, but the more I looked at the men, the more I came to the realization that yes, they were. Why? What in the hell was going on?
Not only that, there was this pull to her. This part of me that wanted to knock every single one of these men down on the ground and go after her. A cosmic pull? Hell, I had no idea, but it was something. More than anything in this world, I wanted to go after her.
“Chill. Ryker said to keep you here. Any reason why?” Cooper asked, making it clear he was as clueless as me about the situation. There were many possibilities for why he wanted me to stay at the clubhouse, but my gut told me he was protecting Cyrus. I didn’t spend years fighting as a Marine and not learn to go with my instincts.
My instincts were screaming for me to go after her. Only I knew I was outnumbered, and this wasn’t the time. So I relented and relaxed.
“You can let go now.”
Reluctantly, Cooper released me only to come and stand beside Deke. Yeah, plowing through all of these guys wouldn’t be an easy task, but if I had to, there were ways. I just needed to see her. To make sure it was her. Yes, her hair was red now, but it was those green eyes, the ones I could never get out of my head, that came to me in my dreams, that beckoned me. Eyes that I’d missed over the years.
“That girl who just left. Cyrus. How do you know her?” I asked the men, wanting to understand this big brother protection act.
The guys had these looks on their faces, partially puzzled, partially curious. If this weren’t an intense as fuck moment, I would’ve laughed at it. “Who the fuck is Cyrus?” Deke asked, but something told me he knew exactly who I was talking about. His eyes were cold, but the way he asked gave it away that he knew who she was.
“The woman who just ran out of here. The one Austyn chased, and the reason y’all are standing here blocking my view,” I countered, knowing that she’d be long gone before this interrogation concluded. My mind started racing with all the computer programs I had to try to find her.
“How the fuck do you know her?” Nox asked, staring me down in a way that let me know he wanted to put a bullet in my head. Which was always a possibility at this point. Eyes in the back of my head was the motto I was rolling with for the foreseeable future. Good thing I had a shit ton of practice at it.
What I didn’t like was that all of these men knew who Cyrus was and were giving me shit.
“Seriously, why was she here?” I tried again.
Green answered, “Friend of the club. Now how do you know her?”
Well, he didn’t deny she was Cyrus. Although he didn’t confirm it either, but I could tell there was a fuck of a lot more going on right now. All of it leaving me with the burning need to know why she was here. A friend of the club? How was that possible? Was she one of the mommas? No, she couldn’t be… Fuck me. Yeah, she could. Maybe she was someone’s ol’ lady. Wouldn’t that kill. What did I really know about her besides she was good in bed? Nothing really.
But I’d felt it that night. That instant connection that I could never shake, even two and a half years later, and now she was here. My hometown wasn’t big, and yet she landed right here in my world. The clubhouse wasn’t a place where women just came to hang out. They always had a reason to be here.
My thoughts ran away with me on what Cyrus’ reason was. No fucking thank you.
“We met when I was on leave about two and a half or three years ago. Haven’t heard from her or seen her since.” Hell, never thought I’d see her again either. Let alone here with all the men of the club. Yeah, didn’t like that shit one bit.
The men in front of me didn’t say anything, like they were waiting for more, but I didn’t have more. We fucked one night, and that was it. Only that one night had stayed with me, and nothing had satisfied me since, but fuck if I was going to tell them that shit.
“You say two and a half years ago, huh?” Nox asked, something working behind his eyes. Something I couldn’t get a read on even though I tried.
“Yeah, why?”
There was something off here. Not just that Cyrus was here, but something to do with the time frame as well. I studied their reactions.
“No reason,” he answered too quickly. Looking at the men around us, their stoic faces weren’t giving them away; it was their eyes. Eyes were the windows to the soul. Some could hide it, like Rhys for example. Green and Nox not so much, which was surprising. Especially Nox. One would think he’d get that from his father. Or hell, his mother for that matter. Or maybe he wasn’t hiding it for a reason. Like he wanted me to know something but couldn’t tell me.
“What’s going on here? What are you not telling me?” The tension, already thick, got even worse at my words. I’d need a damn machette to cut through it, but I stood my ground.
“We don’t gotta tell you shit,” Deke growled low, which I was sure scared the little panties off of men, but I’d been through worse. So much worse, but I didn’t egg him on either. Being a dick and fighting with them wasn’t going to get me anywhere, but I needed some information here. Time to change tactics.
“True. Just wanna know how she is. Why she ran away from me in a panic.”
“That shit, she’ll tell ya, if she wants to.” Cooper added, and I knew I was getting nothing from them. They weren’t going to tell me a single thing about Cyrus. While it pissed me off, part of me understood as well.
There had to be a reason for this reaction from the brothers. It was now my job to figure out how to get in touch with her.
“You wanna tell me how to reach her?” I tried, knowing the answer.
“Nope,” Nox answered for all of them.
Before I could form another thought, we were interrupted. “Hey, pussy, stop the girl talk. There’s a cleanup in aisle five. Also known as the woman’s bathroom. Puke,” Princess said, coming up to us without even asking about the ruckus.
