“Are you all right?”
“Do I look fucking all right, Fee?”
No, he looked on the verge of an apoplectic fit. “You can’t hurt Kendall.”
“Why not?” he said through clenched teeth.
“Johnnie!”
He glared at her, but Fee held his gaze, knowing this was important. Johnnie was angry enough to chew bullets.
“I’m not going to hurt her,” he growled after a moment. “I will deal with her, though. Her fucking behavior has once again put the members and their families in jeopardy. You, too. My children. Don’t fucking get me started on the fucking scene I witnessed between Christopher and Megan at the clubhouse.”
No. Please. Don’t start on that. Fee still felt guilt at allowing it to happen.
“What are you going to do? I thought it was a good idea to talk to you.”
“Do you know if Kendall still follows her doctor’s orders now that she’s pregnant?”
Kendall had stopped following doctor’s orders weeks ago, but she’d made the situation bad enough. “I don’t know,” she lied, afraid of what Johnnie would do if he discovered the full truth.
“I’m going to take care of this. This is between us. Our secret,” he swore, the finality shutting down the discussion of his wife. “Back to you, Cash, and Stretch.”
“There’s nothing to get back to. We’re friends. Nothing more.”
“Cash isn’t relationship material.”
“According to who?”
“According to Cash,” he spat. “Cash better keep his dick to himself. If he fucks you, you’ll believe you have a chance with him. That’s the reason he’d deserve whatever Christopher does to him.”
“I know him better than you.”
“You know him differently than me,” he corrected.
“What about Stretch? Why are you and Christopher so focused on Cash?”
“I can’t speak for Christopher, but I’d prefer to see you with Stretch. As for why Cash is our focus? He’s the motherfucker who’d lead you two on, turning you into a fucking pathetic bitch.”
She jumped to her feet. “Go to hell. It’s my life. I know what I’m doing.” With a final glare, she rushed from the bar, half-expecting Johnnie to come after her. He didn’t, lost in his own problems with Kendall’s coup-in-the-making, so Fee headed to her car, parked half a block away.
“Ophelia?”
The sound of her name being called as she reached her car, startled her, and she jumped.
“Noah?” she asked, smiling as the dude got closer to her. He seemed so familiar, but she couldn’t place his blue eyes, neat brown hair, and handsome, clean-shaven face.
“Were you looking for me?”
“Um, no.”
“My house is nearby,” he said, nodding to the right.
“Really? I didn’t know that.”
He shifted and the light beamed off his chest. The patch with the word ‘President’ registered. “You’re a biker?”
“You didn’t know that?”
“How could I if you never told me?” She’d only talked to him once. “Who are you affiliated with?”
“Affiliated? I’m the leader.”
She grinned. “Who do you lead?”
“Remember the club who was nearly wiped out thanks to a bomb?”
“Oh my God! Yes! The Torps. It was all over the news a couple years ago.” Crap. The Torps. The same club who’d been contacting Christopher. The same club Kendall’s old firm once represented.
“The Torpedoes,” he corrected, watching her closely.
His behavior gave her pause, reminding her of the way Kendall’s friend, Counts, had looked at her. Although he’d been wearing sunglasses, Fee had been quite aware of his scrutiny. Oh shit! Counts was a member of the Torpedoes MC.
She cleared her throat. “I think I know one of your brothers. Counts,” she added when he lifted his brow in question. “And you know a very good friend of mine. Kendall Donovan.”
“Counts?” he said with a disbelieving laugh. “What kind of name is that?”
“I know, right! Every time I say it, I think of a kid’s television program.”
He sniggered. “Is that his road name?”
“I’m not sure.”
“If it isn’t, I feel sorry for the poor bastard.”
“So you don’t know him? You kind of remind me of him.” Fee couldn’t put her finger on why she felt that way. Noah was neat and well put together. Counts had been scruffy and unkempt.
“I don’t know the dude,” Noah said with regret. “Sorry, love.”