Page 72 of Property of Fang
Swear to God, if I’d known I was in for an interrogation, I might have asked to use the bathroom first.
“What do you propose?” Because this isn’t about me or what I think.
It never is with motorcycle clubs.
“Sit.” He gestures to the half-moon-shaped leather chair before his desk.
I gingerly settle on the front edge and then square my shoulders.Fuck him.I’m tired of being intimidated into submission. I study the ornate scrollwork on the front of the grand mantle to give off the illusion that I don’t care what he has to say.
I care greatly about what he says next.
“What exactly do you want to get out of being here, Jenna?” Chaos asks, completely throwing me off kilter.
“Pardon?”
“You heard what I said.”
“I did. I just don’t know why you chose to say that.”
“Because I’m curious.” He closes the laptop and rests his forearms on top of it. “I want to know why you’re still here. What are you looking for?”
What the fuck does he know?Fang told me to keep my shit to myself, but I’m fast gaining the impression he didnotdo the same. “Direction,” I answer simply. Truthfully.
“That phone you asked for had a map app for that.”
Fucker.Loki really can’t be trusted—noted. “What doyouwant to get out of this?” I flip the script on him. If Vanessa’s words hold any truth, he’ll be honest about why I’m a problem.
Chaos leans back, slow and measured. “Something that helps me achieve my goal.”
“Of?”
His discerning eyes flick to my throat and then back to my face as though he can see my rapid pulse fluttering in my neck. “The details are irrelevant.”
“Of course.”
A thud sounds at the window behind me. I jolt, unable to catch the reaction before he sees it. “You grew up knowing bikers, Jenna.” Chaos rises from his seat, rounding the desk. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the more common rules.”
“Women know nothing.” I recite the words my father would yell at my mother to shut her down in her stronger moments as Chaos walks past me. “Club business is men’s business.”
“Again,” he calmly instructs. “Tell me why you’re still here.”
“I don’t know where I want to go yet.” Another truth.
I swivel in the seat to see what the hell he’s up to and lift an eyebrow as he cracks one of the windows open to let in a rather confident-looking cat. The gray tabby pauses on the sill to stare at me before jumping to the floor and promptly crossing to the fire.
“Why don’t you go home?” Chaos follows the furry leader, then stokes the fire to resurrect short flames.
“I think you know the answer to that.”
“I want you to tell me.” He scratches between the animal’s ears and then returns to his desk.
I swallow twice, eyeing him as he retakes his seat across from me. “I’m not finished yet. I can’t go home until I am. And even then, I don’t know if I want to.” It’s not much of a home anymore.
“We could do this all day,” he drawls, lounging in the seat. “This vague back and forth. But I don’t have the time to spare. So how about we cut to the chase, and you tell me everything you think I’d like to know about your father and what he has you doing.” The guy is handsome. Ridiculously good-looking, and even more so with his unusual eyes and distinctive hair color. But all I get from him is imminent danger. A carefully contained threat that could destroy me beforehiscoffee has time to go cold.
“I’m not here to spy for him, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”
“The obvious thought had crossed my mind,” he states, fidgeting with a pen. “But if I were concerned about it, you’d already be gone.”
