“Max,” I whispered. “He knows I spoke to R.J. and he was pissed.”
Her hand covered mine as she blinked, her expression a mixture of disgust and anger. “Is this the first time?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so. You’re too calm.”
Sighing, I didn’t reply.
“I need to call Peter.” At my confusion, she clarified. “Edge.” Rae dialed Edge, waiting patiently until he picked up on the third ring.
“There’s been an incident,” Rae informed him as she spoke fast and low. “Send someone over to Cara’s house right away to watch over the place. I’m bringing her to the clubhouse.”
Edge’s voice sounded angry, but I couldn’t make out his words.
“I’m safe, babe. Promise.”
I heard a loud bang and then another male voice yelling in the background.
“Yeah, she’s right next to me, R.J.”
“. . . right the fuck now!” I only caught the last part.
“We’re on our way. There’s no need for you to come here. I’m only ten minutes away.”
The sound of motorcycles could be heard in the background.
“I love you, Rae.” Edge came through clear and then I heard the click that confirmed he hung up.
“Well, I guess that means we’re gonna have a personal escort.”
“I’m sorry,” I blurted, blinking back tears. “I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
“Nonsense, Cara. You need help and I intend to make sure you’re taken care of.”
“I don’t suppose there’s any way to change your mind.”
“Nope.”
I didn’t think so. Shit just went from bad to worse and I di
dn’t know how to react.
Chapter 11 – R.J.
“You okay, brother?”
I sat down beside Valan, watching as the Irishman downed another shot of Jameson. I lost count over an hour ago when he nearly slipped from the stool and hit the floor. Since then, he’d had at least another three of the fine whiskey, switching from Guinness which was his usual drink of choice.
“Kiss my arse,” he slurred slightly. “I’ll ken when I’ve had enough.”
I nearly laughed. His brogue was thick when he drank heavily.
“Give me another,” he roared, slamming his palm down on the bar and making the cute little blonde Sammie jump. She was a club whore but had plenty of experience waitressing and mixing drinks. Most of the guys appreciated that she could anticipate what they wanted and serve their liquor fast.
“I’ll get to you in a sec, Valan.”
He snorted in disgust and gestured for her to move faster and pour him another. “Bollocks,” he complained as I chuckled lightly.