Page 58 of Mex

“I don’t care about your fucking club rules. If you want what I have, you’ll let him in. Otherwise, I’m out. Trust me, nothing you can do will make me talk so if you want it, you need to let him in. Believe me, there is nothing that you need to worry about between the two of us.”

My eyes meet Mex’s, and he stares right at me with a look I can’t quite figure out. Then, he turns his eyes to Western. He gives us both a scalding look, but eventually nods and we all head to his office. Not before Mex turns to the beautiful woman and murmurs, “We’ll finish this later.”

Those words make me want to scream, punch him in the face, and cry all at the same time. I’m not good at dealing with emotions, especially ones that I’m not familiar with, such as jealousy and hurt. I don’t like it, and the quicker I can get the hell away from this town, the better. I can’t let myself feel a single thing for the biker now following me down the hall, his body heat radiating onto my neck, he’s walking so close.

I pick up the pace.

I don’t want him close to me.

We all enter Western’s space, and I rush to a chair by the window, sitting down on it as I watch the bikers all step into the room and close the door. I can’t help the way my eyes travel over Mex’s chest. Fuck, I want him so bad it’s causing an ache deep inside that I’m struggling not to put my entire focus on. Crossing my legs, to attempt to drown out the ache, I look to Western.

“Before we start,” I say, “I want assurance that I can stay here until such time that I leave this town. For right now, this is the only place that I’m even remotely safe.”

“Care to tell us why that is?” Western murmurs, crossing his arms.

“No,” I answer simply.

“The next thing, don’t ask about my mother. It won’t matter what you do, I won’t give you a damned thing when it comes to her. I will, however, give you information that will direct you right into the world you’re looking at bringing down, and the man who runs it.”

“Marek,” Mex growls.

I want to tell him no, but I can’t do that.

They need to think that’s where this is going to take them.

Here’s hoping what they really find will distract them enough.

“Yes,” I mutter.

“You know how to get to him so why the fuck won’t you just get us in there?” Colt questions, his eyes narrowed.

I laugh because his question is nothing short of laughable. “First of all, I will never, not fuckingever, do that. Second of all, if you think you can just ‘get’ in there, then you’re so sadly mistaken. I’m not certain you’re fully aware of just how powerful this man is. You take him down slowly, little by little, you don’t just go in guns ablaze.”

They don’t say anything.

“So, you are aware,” I go on. “Good, then we’re on the same page. Do we have an agreement?”

They all nod.

I nod in return. “Then let’s get started.”

Here goes nothing.

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