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your stunt could’ve gotten you killed! Or worse, arrested!” she shrieked. I raised my eyebrows at her.
    “Oh, so my getting arrested is worse than me dying, is that it?” I asked.
    “Of course it is! You could’ve tattled, and then our lives would be over,” she said, and I shook my head. Selfish bitch. “Are you done with this?” she pointed at my half-eaten dinner. I opened my mouth to tell her that no, I wasn’t done eating, but she took my plate anyway and scraped the contents to the doggie bowl of our pet, Bruiser. I bit the inside of my lip to stop myself from cursing at her and got up from my seat.
    I caught sight of something flashing at the corner of my eye, and I frowned as I saw her cellphone blinking on the couch. I had half a mind to tell her about it, but curiosity won over. Who could be calling her right now? My guys know not to contact me or Brooke when I’m home unless it’s urgent. I walked over and snatched it up, and I growled as I saw her screen.
    Frank calling…
    “Who the fuck is Frank and why is he calling you in the middle of the fucking night?!” I bellowed.
     
    Brooke:
    I dropped the plate I was washing and turned around, gasping as David caged me in with his huge arms to the counter, the heat from his eyes and his body almost steaming out of him. His nostrils flared as he pinned me down with his teal blue gaze, and I blinked.
    “Why do you care?” I asked, lifting my chin up to look at him squarely.
    “Answer me, Brooke!” he exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the side of the counter. I glared at him.
    “A guy I met over by the bar,” I answered.
    “Did you fuck him?” he asked.
    “What the hell is your problem?” I said, not answering his question. I raised my arm and placed it on his chest, trying to push him off. He reacted by pushing his lower half on mine, parting my thighs with his and brushing my core with his knee, making me look at him, aghast. “What the hell are you doing?” I whispered.
    “Did… you… fuck… him… Brooke?” he said, stressing every word. I swallowed as he moved his leg slightly to push at my center and my breath caught. Damn him.
    “No,” I whispered, and he eased off of me a little.
    “Do you want to?” he asked again, and my glare intensified. I pushed him off harder and he relented this time, letting me walk away from him.
    “Whether I want to or not is no concern of yours,” I spat. I went into my room and closed my door with a bang, hoping the sound deafened the bastard. I knew it was a childish attempt, but he was so infuriating!
    I cursed under my breath as I realized that I had just forgotten my phone outside, but I wasn’t about to go back for that now. If I know, he was holding it hostage, just begging me to go back for it. Well tough luck, David West. The last twelve years had been enlightening for me and I know each and every move you make before you even think of doing them.
    I plopped on my bed, my back on the mattress as I stared up at the ceiling still grumbling about Dave’s…well, about Dave. He put himself in real danger and for what? Ten pounds of drugs? It’s not worth it. Nothing is worth getting yourself killed, in my opinion, but Dave grew up in this kind of life and was practically bred and built for it by his father. How could he have chosen a different path?
    Growing up with Dave and his family led me to witness a lot of things that I shouldn’t have seen, but was expected to keep quiet about it. I watched as that little boy who begrudgingly helped an abandoned little girl out in the rain grow up so fast, hardened by the harshness of reality and more than ready to take on the mantle of running the gang of bikers that worked and followed them.
    “You don’t have to do this, Dave! We could run!”
    “You don’t understand, Brooke! You don’t understand anything!”
    I shook my head, ridding my mind off that memory from years ago. It was too late to cry over that now since he was the one in