Page 23 of Hateful Union

“Boss.” My body stiffens at that voice. Clint. What the fuck is he still doing here?

I spin and look behind me, standing there, her hair in disarray, her eyes wide, face pale, and lips trembling is Raylee. I don't even think, I move towards her, needing to touch her, needing to have her in my arms. My heart is racing a little too fast. I shouldn't be fucking reacting like this. My arse should be demanding to find out who dares shoot at my club. Yet, I can't think about that, all I see is Raylee.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, dragging her into my arms.

She hisses out a breath as her hands press against my chest. She's trying to push me away, but I won't let her. No fucking way. Right now, I need her exactly where she is. "Let me go," she grounds out.

"Boss..." Clint says hesitantly. "She's been hit."

My blood runs cold. "What?" I hiss as I grip her arms with my hands and hold her at arm's length so that I can see her.

"Get your hands off of me," she demands and it's in that moment that I see the tightness of her eyes, the slight wincing as she moves.

My heart stammers against my chest. Fuck. "Where?" I ask, trying to keep myself reigned in. "Where are you hit?"

She glares at me, her lip curling at the end. "Right where your hand is. Now release me."

I instantly let her go, like she's burned me. I see the graze, the blood trickling down her arm. It's not bad, but it shouldn't have fucking happened. I clench my jaw as she reaches behind her for the vodka and some tissue.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask her, wondering just how fucking crazy she truly is.

She doesn't acknowledge me. God, this woman is infuriating. She cleans her wound meticulously. "Do you have a first aid kit?" She directs her question at Clint who's not even trying to hide his smirk. The arsehole. He turns away no doubt in search of the first aid kit.

"Boss..." Christian says, walking back into the club. "It had to be those fucking Silvers. No doubt retaliating for what happened with Mayer."

"Well, arshole," Raylee begins and Christian falters, his eyes widening at the sight of the sassy brunette. "It wouldn't be revenge for Mayer. I didn't tell them what you two motherfucking bastards did. "

"Raylee, enough," I grit out, having had enough of the bullshit.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You are not my father, nor are you my lover. You do not dictate to me what I can and can't do. As for this mess..." She waves her hand to indicate my club. "Whoever you pissed off is dangerous. It's a shame that they've got a piss poor aim. They missed you."

Clint returns and hands her the kit, she smiles brightly at him and it takes every ounce of restraint that I have not to smash the bastard’s face in for returning the smile.

She's slowly driving me crazy. She's not mine, she'll never be mine and yet, I'm feeling possessive towards her. Something I've never felt before. Damn it.

Christian comes to stand at my side, whispering low so that only I can hear. "I'm thinking of retaliating, we'll send a message. We'll take Francis," he says talking about Raylee's brother.

I nod, “Where to, the hangar or the factory?”

The factory is a rundown old toy factory that sits on the outskirts of the city. My men found it whilst doing recon in the area, since then, we've taken it over and use it whenever we need to deal with business.

“I’ll let you know,” he says with a grin.

"They're going to come at us," I tell him with a smile. "Shitty timing considering I have to be in New York tomorrow, but we'll deal with it before I go."

He nods, a smile twinkling in his eyes. "What are you going to do about her?"

The crazy woman smiles at him, "Her, is not your problem." She hands Clint the first aid kit, having bandaged herself up. "You gentlemen seem to have a lot of cleaning up to do, I'll leave you to it."

I watch in anger as she walks towards the exit, her hips swaying. I know that every fucking man in here is watching her too. Bastards. When she gets to the door, I see that her phone is in her hand, she turns to face me. "Don't worry, Mally. This is all over now." With that, she winks at me and walks out.

I'm instantly on the move. What the fuck did she mean by that?

"Stop," I demand as I make it to the door. Of course she doesn't, I hear the rumble of a bike growing closer to the club. For a moment I think that it's someone coming to pick her up, but then she frowns, her brows knitting together as she looks into the distance towards the sound.

The bike rumbles towards us, growing closer and closer. "Get down," I roar as I see the glint in the drivers hand, pointed in our direction. No. Aiming at Raylee.

I'm running towards her, pushing her to the ground just as the driver fires the gun.