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“How was that fornot your type?” Layla grins.
“You could’ve given me some warning he was coming,” I say to her. “Happy wedding night, by the way, PB.” I hug her, she smells like the same perfume she’s always worn but today it’s mixed with leather.
Layla 2.0.
“If I would’ve warned you, you would’ve backed out and hid in the closet while he rang your doorbell. It’s been years but I still know you inside and out, Brin, and I wanted you here.”
“Hide in my closet? Says you,” I grunt, kicking at a weed with the toe of my shoe.
“Yeah, says me,” Layla replies. A slow grin creeps across her face. “So, did you hate it?” she asks.
I look in the direction Wolfe went and breathe out a sigh watching as he speaks to his men.
“Oddly, no,” I say.
“I think he likes you,” Layla observes as she glances back out at the water.
“He doesn’tlike, remember? That’s what you all told me.”
“True, but I’ve never seen a woman on the back of his bike,” Layla says.
“So he told me,” I add quickly.
“Like I said, science experiment.” Layla laughs as an SUV pulls in and parks near us, blaring Joan Jett.
Chantel, Amber, Maria, and one other woman pile out. They carry beauty boxes, hair styling tools, and garment bags.
Layla’s wedding day mobile beauty salon has clearly arrived.
Layla locks arms with me to start moving in their direction.
“Hmm,” she muses. “Something just occurred to me.”
“What?” I ask, just waiting for it. I know it will be cocky, that’s how Lay operates.
“You could’ve come up with the girls, but yet he made sure you came with him, so the plot thickens”
I scoff. “Whatever, like I said, he’s just not my typeat all.”
“How many times have you told yourself that?” She giggles. “Enough to believe it yet?”
Chapter 18
Gabriel
When Mason and Kai arrive an hour after us, we get them to bring the truck down the dirt path to the maintenance cabin on the resort property. It’s empty and hidden back behind the tree line of the woods, quite a ways from the main buildings where the wedding will be held—just like Ax said—and we have it ready. No one knows we’re here, so if we have to put these two in the ground in the woods, it will be the last place anyone ever looks. But, we’re bringing them in with their faces covered just in case we let the prospect live.
It’s a large space with two rooms, a kitchen, dining area and a bedroom. Hasn’t been used since the seventies and is almost decrepit now that the resort has live out staff. It’s devoid of furniture except for an old wooden kitchen table. We’ve already got the eight fingered prospect from last night gagged and handcuffed to the radiator in the bedroom. If he’s smart and tells us what we need to know, we’ll let him live to deliver a message to his pathetic club.
Gator is out cold right now, sedated thanks to Rick, but he should be waking up somewhere in the middle of the reception which serves us just right.
Mason is foaming at the mouth to start peeling back his fingernails and after riding up here with Brinley at my back, I’m in the mood to get a little aggression out too. I felt every single one of my men’s stares this afternoon when Ax suggested Chantel and the girls could pick up Brinley and I said no.
I know it’s out of character for me to pick her up—or any girl, for that matter—myself but I don’t give a fuck what they think. I can’t give them a reason as to why she seems to have this hold on me, nor do I owe them one. There’s no logical reason I should be thinking about her every waking second. The shared energy that tethers us in a way is unexplainable and the way her pupils dilate when she focuses on me tells me her truth and I’m becoming desperate to uncover it.
We bind Gator’s feet where he sits in the center of the kitchen. He’s gagged and his arms, like the prospect’s, are also zip-tied behind his back.
Gator has pissed himself somewhere along the way and is sleeping off his sedative with his mouth hanging open. Mason grits his jaw, and I just know he’s thinking about the way his sister looked when she learned those videos went out club wide through the Disciples of Sin.
