Page 46 of Jett

I slide into the space right beside his and shut off the engine.

“What the fuck is this?” I yank off my helmet, and Raine stares at me in wide-eyed surprise as she and Grim climb off his Harley.

“What are you doing here?” Raine asks.

“I could ask you two the same thing.” I rake a hand through my hair, not at all fond of the smug smile Grim is giving me. “This what happens now, darlin’? You lettin’ all the brothers between your sweet little thighs, starting with this sorry bastard?”

Grim laughs, but Raine’s jaw drops and tears well in her eyes.Shit.

“What’s so fuckin’ funny, arsehole? I warned you to stay away from her.”

“What’s funny, Prez, is how fucking clueless you are. Did you even read the sign on the way in?”

“The fuck you talkin’ about?”

“This is a nursing home.”

“And you’re making a scene.” Raine’s cheeks flush pink as she looks toward the front doors of the old folks’ home.

I glance between them. “Why the fuck are we at a nursing home? You got family inside?”

“I do,” she says, and ...is that a fucking resigned sigh?

“I thought you had no one.”

Grim wets his lips. I bet he’s just loving every goddamn second of this. “I’m gonna go—you can catch a ride back with Jett, right?”

“No, Grim.” Raine shakes her head. “Please don’t go.”

“This is ... it’s something you two need to talk about alone.”

“Someone better start fuckin’ talkin’.”

“Watch your language,” she says, and I feel my brows shoot skyward.Did she just tell me to shut the fuck up?

“You need to tell him,” Grim says.

“Tell me what?” I ask through my teeth.

“If you can keep your temper under wraps, I can show you.”

“I’ll see you back at the clubhouse, Prez. Raine, you call me if you need me.”

“You don’t have to leave.”

“Yeah, I do.”

She wraps her arms around his middle and hugs him close. Jealousy twists my gut like a fucking knife, but I shove it down and attempt to keep my temper under control like she ordered me to. Grim presses a kiss to the top of her hair and shoots me a long look. I don’t know what the fuck he’s trying to say without words, but I ain’t a goddamn psychic. He stalks back to his bike and revs the engine, and then he drives slowly past and hands Raine a helmet before driving off.

“What the hell is going on, Raine?”

She sets the helmet on my handlebars and smooths down her hair. “There’s someone I want you to meet, and maybe then you’ll understand why I can’t trust myself around you.”

I wanna ask her what the fuck she means by that, but she walks away, and I have no choice but to follow.

We’re made to sign in with a visitor’s book. I glance at the page, and the surname Raine has written there in her neat handwriting. “Cole? I thought your name was Levick? Is there something you need to tell me, darlin’?”

The name change isn’t the only thing I notice. On the page before me, Raine and a ‘Grim Cole’ have been signed in and out of this shithole.

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