Page 32 of Jealous God
I rolled my eyes, and tightening my grip on her knee, I leant back. “At least we don’t have to hide it now, huh?” Not waiting for her to answer me, I swung my arm around her shoulders and drew her closer to me. Her eyes flashed in my direction, but she didn’t say anything.
The laughter died on Louis' lips. “Fuck, are you two...a couple? Are you together?”
“No.” Elodie said.
“Yes.” I said at the same time, squeezing her a little closer. She shot daggers at me. “Now can we get on with this meeting? There are things I want to do before the show tonight.”
One look at her and everyone in the room knew my meaning. Laughter filled the air. Everyone obviously thought it was a great joke, everyone but Chance. He was glowering at Elodie with his massive arms crossed about his chest. And she was looking at him beseechingly.
What the hell was going on between the two of them? Because it was clear something was.
“So, after last night’s situation, I had to make some calls, and after meeting with Chance and the rest of the team, we finally came up with a plan.”
“Which is?” Dion’s eyes flicked between me and Chance, like he could sense some building animosity there.
“More security. Guys we can trust. Last night just goes to prove that we do not have enough eyes on you all. There’s no way that crazy bitch should have been able to get that close before someone noticed her.”
I wanted to tell them that Elodie had noticed. She had noticed before any of the guys that we paid to notice. Chance was meant to be head of our security. He was meant to be trained. If he had been paying attention, Elodie would never have been hurt.
“And how do you know we can trust them?” I asked before I could help myself. I sure as hell didn’t trust Chance.
“They are Sons.” Erik rounded on me, clearly angry that I was questioning him about this. “We can trust them.”
Elodie pulled herself out of my arms. There was an almost panicked look on her face again. “Wouldn’t it be easier to get some local guys and—”
“I know this might be awkward for you, Eli, but it’s already arranged.”
“But they will have to...” She swallowed so hard that I heard her throat working. I turned to her sharply. I didn’t understand her reaction to Erik’s news. She didn’t seem to have a problem with Chance and the other Savage Sons that had been with us this whole time.
“Legacy and three others will meet us in Miami. It’s not ideal, but they aren’t in the city right now and it doesn’t make any sense for them to come back when we are heading out tonight, anyway.”
“And this Legacy is who exactly?” I rolled my eyes. Why did they always have to have such stupid nicknames? “He’s trained in…?”
“He’s an ex-marine,” Elodie whispered, and all eyes turned to her in surprise. Too late, she realised she had spoken out loud. She visibly shook herself, straightening her shoulders. “Jesus, I can’t do this.” She was on her feet in a second, her phone gripped in her hand. “If you will excuse me.”
Erik nodded towards Chance, who started to follow her out. “Sit back down, Jax, we aren’t done here.”
“But Elodie—” What the hell was going on?
“Chance will talk to her. Sit down.”
Sit down? Chance will talk to her? Whatever the hell was going on between Chance and Elodie wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. Her reaction to the mention of new Savage Sons had been physical. And this Legacy? It was clear she knew him personally. Somewhere in her past, Elodie had come upon the Savage Sons. What had happened I didn’t know, but I could guess. She was too worked up over the sound of this new guy’s name, so they had been close. Maybe more than just close.
I glared at the now closed door through which Elodie and Chance had just darted. Just how many of the damn Savage Sons was she close to?
“Does someone want to explain to me what the hell the Savage Sons have to do with Elodie?”
No one answered me. They all kept their mouths shut.
“Erik.”
“You will have to ask her that, Jax,” he said quietly, and I could tell by his face that he knew. He knew and wasn’t going to tell me.
“Is she someone’s old lady?” I hated to even ask the question. But it was the only possible explanation.
Tate swore under his breath. “Fuck, that would be bad. What if she’s married to one?”
I paled under my tan. Married to a biker? I just couldn’t see it. Maybe I just didn’t want to see it. Could tight-laced, uptight Elodie, with her golden flecked eyes and lickable body, really be with a biker? It was next to impossible to imagine, but it made me feel uncomfortable. Had Erik just employed this Legacy to watch my back when I had taken his wife into my bed? How the hell was that going to work?
