If only Fury understood ...
Western doesn’t care.
Luna takes over helping me into the club, and the man who assisted me, follows. Moving into the main area, I sit on the sofa and try to avoid any eye contact with the group of people staring, some of them whispering as they watch. I’m the talk of the town right now. At the very least, I got the attention off Western for a moment.
Luna squats down in front of me, inspecting my leg, and someone brings a first-aid kit. It’s the guy who helped me, and I feel guilty that I didn’t even bother to ask his name. “Thank you, for what you did,” I say to him. “I’m Bonnie, by the way.”
“Jonas,” he responds, giving me a small smile, “and it was no trouble.”
Jonas helps Luna clean up my leg, and they assure me it’s only a graze. My eyes move to Western who is standing by the bar, arms crossed over his chest, just watching me. He hasn’t spoken a single word to me, not one. The fact that he didn’t rush over to help, or doesn’t even look a little concerned that I could have been killed, is the icing on the cake. It hurts more than I could have ever imagined.
Little by little, I know my heart is shutting down.
Fury approaches, Colt by his side, and the two of them stand in front of me.
Preparing myself for the lecture that’s about to come, I hang my head and wait.
“We need to talk,” Fury tells me, his voice gruff.
“We’re done here,” Luna says, placing a bandage over the grazes on my knee and stepping back.
“Follow,” Colt orders, turning and walking off down the hall, Fury and Western falling in step behind him.
I guess I don’t get a choice.
I look to Luna, and her eyes follow the three men before coming back to me. “You don’t have to go.”
I exhale, standing. “Yeah, I do. I won’t be long.”
She nods as I hobble down the hall after them. We reach a room at the back, and Fury stands at the door, waiting for me to step inside. Once I’m in, he closes it, and I’m faced with three very angry bikers. I’m not certain exactly what it is they’re expecting me to say, but I’m more than sure they’re not about to help me. They’ve made that abundantly clear.
“You need to tell us what you know,” Colt orders. Gone is the man I met before all of this came out. “We need to know exactly how much you found out about this, who is involved, and what information you have.”
I clench my jaw. They’re not willing to help me, now they’re demanding help in return.
“Why should I tell you anything?” I ask, crossing my arms. “You’ve made it clear I’m not welcome here, that I’m on my own, so why would I share?”
Colt steps forward, his eyes so cold I take a step back. “It isn’t them you should be fuckin’ afraid of, Bonnie. I can dofarworse.”
“If threatening me is how you wish to get your answers, go ahead. You think I’m not going to end up hurt one way or the other? They want my blood, so get in line,” I mutter.
Colt holds my gaze, but I don’t back down.
“I won’t ask again. Whatthe fuckdid you find out?”
It’s in this moment, I decide I’m not telling them a damned thing. Whatever they’re involved in, whatever the other side is involved in, I am going to find out, but I’m not going to do it because I’m afraid; I’m going to do it for Braithe, and for all the other kids out there who are tangled up in this mess.
“Whatever you read in the article that Ididn’tpost, is all I know.”
“You’re fuckin’ lying,” Western grinds out.
I look to him, shaking my head in bitter disappointment. “Well, according to you I’m a liar anyway, so what’s one more to add to the list? Are we done here? I want to go home.”
Colt steps up close, his intimidating frame almost enough to make me back down.Almost. “We’re not done.”
“I say,” I grind out, now wavering, “we are.”
Turning on my heel, I make my way toward the door. Colt’s hand lashes out and grips my upper arm, spinning me around so fast I stumble but he doesn’t let me fall. He holds me so tightly that a little fear grips my chest. He wouldn’t hurt me, would he? I swallow, but I don’t back down, even though I’m now seeing just how dangerous these guys actually are.