Page 27 of Triple the Secrets
“Are you always this much of a dick?” she snapped at him.
“Probably. Though if I was a real dick, would I be sitting out here, watching over you, until I could figure out if you were in danger or not?”
Win snorted. “Dude, you being out here has nothing to do with watching over us. Let’s be honest. You either want in Scarlett’s pants and you’re getting your rocks off on stalking her, or you’ve got some plan to do with us and you’re just waiting for your moment to strike. So which is it?”
He was silent for a moment. “So knowing this, you still came outside to confront me?” He gave them both a hard look. “Idiots, the both of you.”
“You’re really great for our self-esteem,” Win sniffed. “How do you know that saying stuff like that won’t screw me up for the rest of my life? It could turn me to a life of crime. Or worse, I could start seeking men’s approval in all the wrong places.”
“It could make me just plain stabby,” Wren added with a slow smile. Win called it her creepy Joker smile. Personally, she liked it, and liked to pull it out when it was called for. Like right now.
Rogue scrubbed a hand over his face and let out a sound of frustration. “This is why I’m glad the only kids we have in the club are boys. Girls do nothing but give you a damn headache. And over dramatize everything,” he added with a pointed glare.
“Self-esteem dropping,” Win taunted.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Look, if I level with you, will you level with me?”
Wren and Win both shrugged. “Depends on what you tell us,” Wren said noncommittally.
Rogue’s eyes glittered with temper, but surprisingly, Wren found herself not the least bit concerned. Rogue was dangerous, that was clear, but so far, he hadn’t attempted to approach them or grab them. Still, she didn’t trust him. Even though she had researched his club and found that despite being one percenters, they were a decent group of men. On paper anyway. Neither she, nor Win, believed that was all there was. Information could be faked on the internet easily enough.
He made a low growl sound in his throat and said tightly, “Believe it or not, I want to make sure that whatever or whoever is after you doesn’t touch you. I’m an asshole, but I don’t like to see women or children hurt.”
Neither of them said anything to that. Instead, Wren asked, “And what’s your deal with Scarlett?”
He muttered something under his breath. Finally he said, “I don’t even know anymore, but I don’t like the idea of her, or you two, always looking over your damn shoulders.”
“I thought you didn’t want whatever was going on with us affecting your club,” Win said quietly, watching him.
Rogue sighed. “It started out that way. I’m VP of the club, and I take it seriously. I don’t let anyone, or anything, affect the kids or our club if I can help it. For some damn reason, I can’t let it go now that I know you three are running from something. Especially since I can help, I can either eliminate the problem or make sure that the it doesn’t touch you.”
Wren and Winter shared a glance. Being twins, they could share a lot with just a look. “I’m having a hard time figuring out why you care at all,” Wren finally said. “You don’t know us. Hell, you don’t even know our names.”
“I know you’re Wren,” he said, making her startle in surprise. “And you’re Winter, and go by Win.”
Win huffed out a breath. “Okay, so you know who’s who, but that still doesn’t explain why you’re stalking Scarlett and being a general pain in the ass. I mean, she’s been downright pissed this week, and we know it’s because of you.”
He smirked at that information. “I know she is, and that’s fine with me.”
“Until she finally loses her shit and kills you,” Wren said drily. “Or do you like living on the edge of danger and all that bullshit?”
He never lost his smirk. “What do you think?” he drawled easily.
“I think this is going nowhere,” Wren snapped. “Look, I’m tired and I want to go to bed, so let’s cut to the chase. Are you and your club watching us so you can take us and sell us off?”
He lost his smirk, and his eyes went hard. “Fuck no,” he snarled. “Where the hell would you get an idea like that?”
“You’re in a biker club, so it’s not a far off possibility,” Win sniffed.
“Next question,” Wren said briskly, cutting off any reply he would have given. “Are you just hanging around so you can do the nasty with Scarlett?”
“Not your business,” he said firmly.
“It is if you want our help to get her to agree,” Win pointed out.
“I don’t need help from teenage girls,” he snapped. “Fuck, why am I even arguing about this?” he groaned to himself.
“Probably because you’re thinking with the wrong head,” Wren said drily.
