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Brinley is in trouble, and I was naive enough to think this wouldn’t touch her, even if I stayed away from her.
Of course it fucking would, carnage follows on the heels of every single thing I do.
Chapter 35
Brinley
Layla holds her phone close as we walk. I glance down and take notice that it’s dialed a phone number and the call has been answered. She never pulls it up to her ear and it’s not on speaker.
“That’s Aiden Foxx, he’s the DOS vice president. His half brother runs their club. He’s really,reallybad news. Don’t make eye contact, act like you don’t know anything about anything. We’ll be back to Crimson in a minute,” she says way louder than warranted then hangs up the phone as we close in on him. I realize she was letting Ax know what was going on without letting this man know she was on the phone.
Aiden doesn’t take his eyes off us the entire time we walk to the office building, closer to him. He appraises us with the same commanding glare I’d expect from Gabriel.
“A word, ladies?” he says in a deep timbre as we cross the final stretch of sidewalk to my office doors.
I look at the door, so close yet so far, then back at him. Hisgreen eyes pierce through me. Layla reaches in front of me, her arm stops me from moving any closer.
“You have something to say, you can say it from there. And this is my friend, she doesn’t need to be here, she just met me for lunch.”
Layla faces me. “See ya, thanks for the visit,” she says, clearly thinking he’s here for her. But what I see in his eyes when he smirks in my direction tells me everything I need to know.
He’s here for me.
The second his eyes flit from hers to mine, like she’s not interesting him in the slightest, I know I’m right.
“Nah, she knows why I’d wanna talk to her, don’t you, Brinley?”
Layla’s breath hitches and her arm drops from me.
“We’ve been watching the Hounds of Hell for years, same as they watch us.” He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket as he speaks and then tips his head down as he pulls one out with his teeth and lights it up, drawing the smoke in with a deep breath before he continues.
“Never seen your Pres with a woman. So, you see, Brinley, you’ve piqued our interest.”
“She was a one-night stand,” Layla says, and I wince.
I know she’s trying to help but it strikes something, nonetheless.
Aiden takes another drag and leans back on his bike, folding his arms over his chest.
“It’s true. Just one night,” I say, wondering if he can tell I’m shaking like a leaf.
“I don’t think so,” he says, turning his eyes to mine. “Didn’t your mama teach you before she died that men like us are bad news?”
My mouth falls open as I register what he knows about me. Personal things. Like how my mother is dead.
“There a problem out here?” Dell’s voice sounds from the door.
I turn to face him. Bless his heart he’s trying so hard not to look scared shitless of the torrid biker staring him down from the edge of the sidewalk.
Aiden grins and flicks his cigarette; it lands at Dell’s feet.
“Be seeing you, Brinley,” Aiden says as he swings his leg over the large bike and fires it up with a deep rumble.
Goosebumps break out over my flesh with his words as Layla and I make our way inside Crimson. By the time we get inside, I’m shaking.
“Are you okay? What did he want?” Dell asks. “This is the kind of shit you said your husband wouldn’t bring around you?” he says to Layla.
“He has nothing to do with HOH and thanks for coming out, but…give us a minute now.”
