“Why are you pushing this?” Onyx narrowed his eyes. “If you know so much about crew business—and it seems you do—then you should know there’s no way in hell I’ll discuss any of it with you.”
The expression on his face hardened, his sapphire eyes losing their luster. I had pushed him too far, and I had to back down before I screwed everything up.
“I’m sorry.” I had to gain control of the conversation, and there was only one fail-proof way for a woman like me to do it. “I didn’t mean to push. I’m just curious, is all.”
Sashaying my hips, I moved toward him and untied the bandana around my head, letting my raven curls fall down my shoulders. Unlike other times, I didn’t have to pretend to be attracted to the man in front of me because I really was attracted to Onyx—dangerously attracted.
“No more club business.” I stared up at him from under my lashes, our bodies inches apart, yet it already felt like we were touching. “Let’s just forget I asked.” I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, his gaze dropping to my C-cup sized tits. The hardened look on his face disappeared instantly, blue orbs gawking at me with hunger.
He reached out, grabbing my waist, digging his fingers into my hips. “There’s something about you,” he started, licking his lips like he was craving a taste. “I can’t place it. But it’s like you’re already in my head.” With a jerk, he pulled me against him, and I sucked in a breath, placing my palms flush against his warm, naked chest.
“I think I know exactly what you mean.” I craned my neck to bring my lips closer to his. The way my heart pitter-pattered against my ribs, and how my skin already tingled with a need to be feathered with his kisses, I knew the walls around my heart were close to crumbling to the ground.
His eyes glanced from mine to my lips. “You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?”
My heart stopped, the blood in my vein turning to ice. “What do you mean?”
A loud scream tore through the air, echoing from the hall. The fear that resonated from the shrieks slammed against bone, and it almost fucking crushed me.
“What the fuck?” Onyx yanked open the top drawer and pulled out a gun, rushing to the door.
My heart was no longer beating, but rather clawing its way out of my chest. A loud thud of scurrying footsteps came down the hall, and I grabbed my shirt, pulling it on as I ran out.
I looked from left to right when I noticed Alyx hurrying down the hall while tying her robe.
“Oh, my God, it’s Neon,” she yelled, and suddenly there were so many faces darting in one direction. I stood with my back against the wall, only able to witness the chaos while stunned into silence.
Onyx tried to open the door. “It’s fucking locked.”
“Move the fuck up,” Ink ordered before rearing back and kicking at the door. “Neon!” he yelled before kicking again, and again.
I cringed when I heard the wood crack and splinter, Onyx and Ink rushing inside the bedroom. Neon’s cries were clear now that the barrier had been broken down, her uncontrollable sobs. The absolute pain and fear that rippled from every cry splintered through me. What the hell was going on?
Ink dropped a string of f-bombs, curses dripping from his mouth like poison. Step by step, I kept against the wall, my shoulder sliding against the concrete as I moved closer, Neon’s cries urging me to see what was wrong with her. The last time I had heard someone sound so broken, I was the one shedding those tears.
I peeked around the corner, trying to keep myself hidden. With my hands against the wall, I watched as Onyx rushed across the room, gun aimed, checking everywhere—the closet, under her bed, searching every inch of the room.
“There’s no one here,” Neon whimpered.
I moved up until I finally saw her sitting on the bed, Alyx clutching her tight. Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, a look of sheer horror on her face.
“It’s okay.” Alyx kept holding her, rocking back and forth. “It was just a nightmare.”
A nightmare? What kind of nightmare would make someone scream out in such gut-wrenching cries? Her fear was real; I could hear it in the shrieks that ripped from her room.
“This is bullshit!” Ink slammed his hand against the wall, plaster cracking from the concrete. “How long, huh?” He turned to Onyx while Granite stood against the farthest wall in the room. “How long before we can kill that motherfucker?”
“Ink—” Onyx started, but Ink slammed another first into the wall.
“I’m so sick and tired of excuse after fucking excuse why we can’t go over there and plant a bullet in every one of those fuckers’ skulls.”
“And you think that will make this better?” Alyx glared at him with rage burning in her eyes. “You think killing him will stop the nightmares?” She didn’t take her hands off Neon’s shoulders as she continued to console her. “It won’t change anything. It won’t take away her pain. And it will definitely not erase the memories.”
Anger rolled off Ink in waves, and I felt it infecting me from across the room. I had never felt so much hate, so much fury emanate from one man. “It sure as fuck will make me feel better.”
“This is not about you, you selfish ass!”
“Alyx!” Granite’s voice cracked through the tension, warning burning in his eyes. “Take Neon to the kitchen. Make her some tea or something.”