Page 44 of Fallen Rider


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I have no idea.

I feel queasy.

I want to talk to him desperately, but that would mean admitting I listened into a private conversation. In our world, that’s practically a capital crime.

“Kenzie, are you sure you’re all right? You’re pale.” I peer up and see Liv staring at me with concern etched on her face.

She adjusts Danny so he can latch on better and continues feeding the baby.

“I’m fine,” I sign again. I want to confide in my friends, but this isn’t something I can share, at least not until I know the details.

Beth opens her mouth to say something when the doors of the clubhouse are roughly shoved open and a tall man with short dark hair that matches his equally dark skin steps into the room. Maverick. Dax and Dane come on his heels and I can see Dane is on edge, even though he’s trying not to show it.

Maverick is a huge man, bigger than Dane and Dax and he scares the holy shit out of me.

He scans the space before his eyes lock on me. Then he strides towards me. I swallow hard as he moves, a man on a mission, and I resist the urge to get to my feet, even though every instinct has me wanting to do that.

“You girls are Saxons, right?”

We all exchange looks before Beth nods.

“I’m looking for Mackenzie.”

“Mav, let it go,” Dane snaps out, but Maverick shakes off his grip on his bicep.

“What do you want Kenzie for?” Beth demands, protective as ever.

I place a hand on her arm, urging her to calm down, before I glance at Dane who gives nothing away. Then I raise my hand.

Maverick’s eyes pin me to my seat, the venom in that look terrifying. I’ve always had my brothers to hide behind, the Club, but now it’s just me and this man. At least until Dane steps between us.

“You have a problem with me, you take it up with me. You don’t bring her into the middle of this.”

“I just want to ask some questions.”

He moves slightly aside, but still covers me. This makes my heart swell until Maverick pins me with his gaze again.

“You’re Mackenzie?”

I swallow again and nod.

“Who’s your old man?”

My eyes start to shift towards Dane, but Maverick snaps his fingers in front of my face.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. Who’s your old man?”

I shouldn’t lie, but I know this is a lie that will save the Devils and my own club, so I raise my hands and sign Dane’s name.

Beth translates, but her voice wavers a little as she says his name. Unsurprising, since no one in my life knows I’m with him, let alone supposedly his old lady.

“You’re with Dane?”

My gaze shifts to Dane who looks relieved and gives me a slight nod of his head.

So, I bob mine again.

Maverick lets out a frustrated breath. “Thanks for your honesty.”

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