Free Trouble: Crooked Souls MC by Zoey Parker

get it.”
    “Good.” She turned, and I thought she was going to walk away. Then she turned back with a smirk on her face. “Oh, did Thorn tell you your friend came in earlier?”
    I looked at her, then at Thorn. “My friend?”
    “Yeah,” Marissa said. “The one who was here last night. She came back in.” She walked away, pissed off.
    I was staring at Thorn. “Tell me that little skank is lying.”
    He shook his head. “No, she was here. Asking questions about her sister.”
    I couldn’t believe it. How could she be so stupid? How many different ways could I tell her to stay away? I thought I’d finally found one woman smart enough to listen when I told her what to do. But no. She had to be stubborn and have her way, even if it would get her killed.
    “Was she talking to you?” I asked.
    He shrugged without looking at me, which I knew meant she had, at least, tried to talk to him. Damn it.
    “Be honest with me. I need you just to be honest now, all right? Don’t be trying to get out of it. Did she ask you?”
    “Yeah, so what?” Now he was getting irritated. I knew I shouldn’t push him, but what choice did I have? This could mean the future of the club. He looked scared, too. Like a trapped animal.
    “Fuck.” I looked at the table, taking a deep breath. I couldn’t let anyone else see how pissed I was. And I was very, very pissed off at Kat right now. In my head I slammed a chair against the wall until it shattered, then I swept a row of bottles off the shelves behind the bar. Nothing would have felt better than that right now. I was livid.
    “I gotta go.” I went straight to the door and to my bike. I had to get to her.
    Once I got on, I realized I had no idea where she lived. I pulled out my phone and looked up her name. Kat Edwards. One of the first results was for a violin teacher. What the hell was this about? I clicked the link.
    There she was, on her own little website. Talking about the way she offered kids lessons so they could learn to love music as much as she did. Blah, blah, blah. A bunch of kids holding violins. Oh, she also performed publicly. I thought I should follow her to one of her performances and see how she liked when I tailed her around town
    There was a number listed under contact info. I took a chance, entering the phone number into the search engine. And there it was. Her home address.
    If a person was going to be as determined to get themselves into trouble as she was, the least she could do would be to leave her address unlisted. It was like she was asking for it.
    And she was about to get it from me. I took off as fast as I could for her house.

Chapter 9
    Kat
     
    As soon as I got home, I went straight upstairs to a hot shower. I had to get the feel of that man’s hands off my body. It felt like my clothes carried his stench, though that was probably my imagination. The mix of smoke, booze and sweat were stuck in my head. I smelled him all over me, and washed my hair twice to get rid of him.
    Once I’d finished scrubbing my skin as hard as I could without taking it off, I wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror with a towel. Who was that haunted girl? The one with the dark circles under her eyes, who looked so jumpy and full of dread? That couldn’t be me. I looked as though I’d aged ten years in two days.
    What the hell was I doing? I stared at my reflection, questioning everything that had happened. If I wasn’t careful, I’d end up in trouble just like Sabrina was. And what help would I be to her then? Getting myself killed wouldn’t bring her home. I had to be more careful.
    As terrified as I was, I could see that quitting wasn’t an option. I’d told that man—whoever he was—that I would leave the club alone. At the time, I would have told him anything he wanted to hear. I might even have believed it at the moment, when I was terrified. Now that the moment was over, and I was thinking more clearly, it was obvious I was closer than ever to finding out