“Oh, so you do know my name,” I snap.
“What the hell are you talking about? You’d think I fucked the angry out of you, but you’re still fired up.”
I grit my teeth.
“Why don’t we start with yesterday? You were sleeping, so I decided to wake you up with my mouth wrapped around your dick.”
His blue eyes widen. “What do you—”
I cut him off. Now is my time to talk. “I had you in my mouth when you moaned. Do you know what you moaned, Tracker?”
“What?” he asks warily.
“Allie’s fucking name! I had your dick in my mouth, nice and hard, and you said her name. How the hell do you think that makes me feel?”
“Lana, wait a second—”
“You wait a second, you asshole! Imagine if you were going down on me and I said some other man’s name! You would have lost your shit. There’s nothing you can say to get you out of this one!”
“Of course I was thinking about Allie,” he growls. “I’ve been thinking about her for the last fuckin’ few weeks.”
My jaw drops.
I can actually feel my heart cracking and my temper breaking free at the same time.
I lift my hand and slap him, right across his too-handsome-for-his-own-damn-good face.
Fuck. Him.
“Go and be with her then, Tracker, because I’m done,” I yell. “Fuck you! I can’t believe you’d say that to me!”
“Calm down,” Tracker snarls. “Let me finish.”
“Fuck you.”
“Been there and done that.”
“Bastard!”
“Wildcat, calm the fuck down,” he says, grabbing me and pushing me underneath him. Holding my hands above my head, he pins me to the bed, while I try to control my breathing.
“Calm down,” he whispers. “That’s it, take deep breaths.”
I exhale slowly.
“Good girl,” he praises, nuzzling my cheek. “Now listen before you lose your temper at me again. Are you listening?”
I nod.
“We found out it was Allie who broke into your house and beat the shit out of you, so of course the bitch was on my mind. I was so damn angry, Lana. I still am, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this angry before. Haven’t you wondered why she hasn’t been around? After she did that to you, she took off. I had to search for her, and today we finally found her. If she was on my mind, it was because I was probably murdering her with my bare hands in a dream. I hate the bitch.”
She really must hate me, is my first thought.
I knew she was a bitch, but I didn’t think she was capable of something like this.
“I’m sorry,” Tracker murmurs, barely a whisper. “This was all my fault. She was jealous and . . . fuck, Lana. How am I supposed to live with the fact that this happened to you because of me?”
“You’re not the one who did it, Tracker, so no, it isn’t your fault.”
He scoffs. “It’s because of me that she did it though, my actions. Domino effect, or whatever. My mistakes landed you in the hospital.” I see the grief in his eyes and feel bad. I haven’t even thought about how he’d be feeling. Of course he’d feel responsible. I want to reassure him. It isn’t his fault, he doesn’t control other people’s actions.
“Tracker—”
“I don’t know how the others watch the women they love get in to all this dangerous shit,” he says quietly, not listening to a word I’m saying. “Shit, Lana. And this is only the start. It will always be like this.”
I didn’t like where this was going.
“I’m strong enough,” I say slowly, enunciating each word. “To be your woman, Tracker. Don’t ever say otherwise. If Faye and Anna get to be here, then so do I.”
“Lana.” He sighs, peppering kisses all over my shoulder. “I want to kill her.”
“What did happen to her?” I ask warily.
“Told her not to step foot in the clubhouse again,” he says, face darkening in anger. “She was a brother’s daughter, so we told her we can hook her up with some money, but she isn’t coming back. Oh, and Anna punched her in the nose.”
“She did?” I ask, lifting my head.
He grins wolfishly, all straight, sharp white teeth. “Decked her. Bitch deserved it. She’s lucky I don’t hit women. If she were a man, she’d be dead.”
I scowl. “Why didn’t you two tell me? This is bullshit. I should have been the first person to know what was going on. It should have been me who confronted her. I’m the one she hurt and I should have been the one to put her in her place. Now it looks like I’m weak and can’t defend myself.”
“Baby,” he soothes. “I don’t even want you near her. I didn’t want you to worry, all right? I’m your man, and I took care of it. End of story.”
“Anna—”
“Anna wouldn’t take no for an answer. She was more than pissed. Arrow had to pull her away from Allie so she didn’t do more damage.”
I cringe, imagining Anna’s wrath.
“Exactly,” Tracker adds. “Anna’s a damn good fighter. Pretty sure she broke her nose.”
Anna grew up fighting a lot; she’s tough as nails. I didn’t want to make this a big deal, or whine, but I’m not a baby. I feel like they decided they should handle everything for me. They should have told me it was Allie, told me what happened. I should have been able to confront her. I glance up at Tracker, grateful he cares about me, even if he can be controlling and overbearing.