Hunter didn’t respond.
I stared between them now, shocked at the rage they were spewing at one another. Hunter’s hands were on his hips as he came before one of the bodies and wordlessly stared down at it. I watched him carefully, taking in the full view of his nudity, covered in mud and blood. He must have wiped at the blood on his face because it was now over his forehead. Parts of his chest had blood smeared, too, but not as thick—and I suddenly felt sick because I was pressed against him, so I must have been covered in it, too.
Don’t think about that.I scolded myself.
As the silence stretched, I began to absorb the situation, thinking of what was just said. Of Hunter being a prospect, or possibly a member of the Warlords. And what the hell did Leo mean when he said his father didn’t deal with the French? What the fuck did he deal with?
Now wasn’t the time to ask questions, I knew, so I stayed quiet.
“What do we do about the mess?” Hunter asked now. “Who should we turn to?”
“No one,” Leo answered. “We don’t know what is going on. We don’t want to involve the wrong side.”
“They were going to take Skye,” Hunter snapped.
“I know—”
“We can’t keep fucking quiet about this. They’ll come back for her—”
“We’ll keep her safe. I’ve got people, Hunt, she’ll be watched—”
“That’s not a way to live.”
“What other choice do we have?”
Hunter didn’t answer, but he turned his gaze to us. His eyes went from mine to the arms wrapped around me. I could feel Hunter’s anger from the distance, thick and riddled with possessiveness. He proved my point when he growled, “Don’t touch her leg like that.”
I hadn’t paid attention to Leo’s touch, but now that I was, I realized his hand was beneath my shirt and around my upper thigh. Leo slid his grip down so that it was visible, but Hunter didn’t stick around to see it. He stormed into the cabin, and immediately the air felt lighter, the tension easing.
Leo turned his focus on me, dropping his forehead to mine as he whispered, “Are you okay?”
I nodded.
“Talk to me, sweetness.”
“I’m…okay…” I forced out through the tremors.
He shut his eyes and inhaled sharply. “I was so scared.”
I ran my hand up his chest, resting it on his cheek. “It’s okay.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“No.”
Leo’s breaths thinned. “If he wasn’t dead, I’d have killed him just for trying to touch you. No one touches you but us.”
I nodded. “It’s okay.”
But it wasn’t okay.
I was lying, and the way Leo looked at me, I sensed he saw straight through me.
Hunter emerged from the cabin, wearing a pair of jeans, his torso still bare. He stopped a distance away, watching us for a few moments before he raised his hand and shook a pair of keys in his grip. “She needs to wait in the car while we clean this shit up.”
Leo sighed. “She should clean herself up first—”
“No.” Hunter’s voice was firm, final. “The less she sees, the better.”