Fuck.

No.

Fuck me. That did not just fucking happen.

I pull my jeans up angrily and bark at the blond I was just fucking to get the hell away from me when she whines that I stopped. I just get the top button done up when I charge after the two girls that disappeared down the street. I see them heading back toward the hotel. Fuck me. If she gets in there, I’ll never get close enough to get in with security standing outside.

Fuck.

I roar her name, and I see her slow for just a second, which tells me that she heard me. She doesn’t stop, she keeps running, Amalie’s hand in hers, and she reaches the doors to the hotel and runs inside. Security does a double take and rushes inside after her. Dammit. Fuck me. I can’t run in there now, someone will fucking see me and kick me straight back out. They’re going to be tearing her a new ass for about an hour, which means I have to stand out here and wait until they come back outside.

Wait. While she’s in there, hurting.

What do I even fucking care? Dammit. I’m only supposed to be in this as a mere friend and nothing more. I’m here to protect her, not care about her feelings.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

I stop, roar with frustration, and run my hands through my hair. I can’t believe I fucking did that. I can’t believe she saw it. Fuck. Dammit. Anger bubbles in my chest from the events of today, from the fear that she’s betraying me, from the fact that I just hurt her, all of it. It explodes and I tug at my hair, gritting my teeth and panting.

I need to get to her.

I go down to the closest bar and order a beer, turning my phone and calling her. No answer. I drink the beer, order another one and wait, calling again. No answer. After about an hour, I can’t wait any longer. I will fucking beat the damned security myself if I can’t get in there. I’m going in, and I’m going now.

I take a shaky breath, and get up, leaving the bar after slapping a fifty on the counter. I know what room she’s in—she told me when she first arrived. I just need to get in there. When I get back, I look around over to the hotel, at the people coming in and out. Security is back outside. Good. I see a group of girls standing outside and get an idea. I take another breath and stride over to them. One pretty brunette notices me, and her mouth drops open. She taps her friend on the shoulder and they all stop and face me, mouths agape, fear in their eyes.

Great they’re scared of me.

“Not here to cause trouble, ladies. I just want to know if any of you are stayin’ in this hotel?”

Three of them raise a hand. Good.

“Got a friend inside, and I need to get in there. If I walk in, they’ll boot me back out. Anyone up for an easy $100 by walkin’ me in and gettin’ me on that elevator?”

“What floor are you wanting to go to?” a red head asks, her voice confident and not at all worried about me. I like that confidence. She’s the kind of girl Koda would snap up. She stares at me without hesitation or concern. She isn’t afraid, even slightly.

“Tenth.”

“I’m on tenth,” a dark haired girl pipes up, her voice not as strong. “I’ll do it, but I want to bring my friends.”

“No problem, darlin’, I’m not here to hurt you or anyone. Just want to get to my girl. I fucked up.”

Their faces soften. I pull out some cash and hand it to the dark-haired girl. She stares down at it with big eyes. The red head steps forward and extends a hand. “I’m Charlie, and you are?”

“Maverick.”

“Any man willing to go above and beyond to get a girl is cool with me. I’ll come in with you, and Cherry—” she points to the dark-haired girl “—but don’t doubt if you try anything, anything at all, I will fuck you up.”

I grin at her. “I like you, Charlie.”

She smirks, and then turns to Cherry. “C’mon, chicklet, let’s get this done so I can go and drink away all my sorrows.”

Charlie steps up to me; Cherry does too. Charlie hooks an arm through mine, batting her eyelashes at me. “Nobody will believe we’re just bringing you in, unless of course ...” She runs a finger down my chest and I stare at her.

Girls got style, I fucking like it.

“Cherry, get on his other arm. Everyone in that hotel is going to think we’re about to have the time of our lives with this stud here.”

I grin and start walking into the hotel with the girls. We use the third door, and Charlie makes conversation, causing me to laugh, so we look casual. Security glances over, looks at Charlie hanging off me, and shakes his head, focusing back on the people coming in and out. And just like that, we’re in. My guess is they’re really only on the lookout for Treyton, anyone else is probably a fleeting thought for them.

When we get to the elevator, Cherry pulls out her card and swipes it, hitting the tenth floor. “You can get back down without the card, but you can’t go up without one,” she explains.

We reach the tenth floor and step out. I turn to both the girls. “Thank you, I really appreciate your help.”

“We just made a hundred bucks for doing absolutely nothing.” Charlie grins. “Fine by me. Happy to oblige.”

“Are you visiting Seattle, or do you live here?” I ask, making conversation for a few minutes before they go back down.

“From Denver,” Charlie says, running her fingers through her fiery red hair.

She’s gorgeous, no doubt.

“Well, when you get home, look us up. We’d happily have a few beers with you.”

She glances at me. I’m not wearing my jacket tonight after the chaos I caused today on the street, so I realize she’s probably confused.

“Iron Fury MC.”

Her eyes get big, and she grins. “No shit.”

“Shit.”

Her grin gets bigger. “We’ll definitely do that, biker boy. Now go and get your girl.”

I nod, and then to Cherry. “Thank you, ladies. And don’t let that security guard see you going back out or he’ll wonder what you did with me.”

They both laugh, and with a wave and a “later” they’re gone.

I start making my way toward room 1007, where I know Scarlett is.

I’m a mixture of pissed off and regretful. Mostly pissed off.

Because for all I know, she could be using me to fuck around with whatever show her ex-boyfriend is running.

And she had no fucking right to run off and act like I cheated on her.

We’re not together.

Fuck.

My head is a god damned mess, and my rage is pent up from the day’s events.

And Scarlett Belle is about to see the biker side she’s asked about so many times.

Because I’m pissed. And I want her. And fuck her. And fuck this.

I can only fucking pray she’s alone.

And that she’ll open the damned door.

I don’t want to have to kick it down.

But I will.

Oh.

I will.