Temper (Knights of Fury #3) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,16

come after me? They did see me standing there, and they know what I witnessed, but I’m pretty sure I’m more of a liability for the Knights than the men who tried to kill them.

But do I really want to take the chance? While I don’t think those men care anything about me, I can’t risk it. I live in a small town and Franks is one of the main places, so if they went there, they could figure out it was me. There are pictures of me throughout the bar—it’s part of the family décor my mother likes to use.

I make a decision in that moment. “Okay,” I say to him, nodding.

I type back to Ivy, answering all her questions, and making up excuses for why I’m not coming home.

I should have been more careful about what I wished for.

I wanted a change in my life, and I guess for now, I got it.

Chapter Seven

We continue driving through the night and as the sun starts to rise. I’m not sure where they live in California, but it’s been at least four hours of driving.

California is everything I imagined it would be, just like I’ve seen on TV. I can’t help but take everything in and enjoy the change in scenery, not that I’d ever admit that, though. It’s definitely greener than Nevada, and much more densely populated.

When we pull up to our destination, which I am assuming is the clubhouse, there’s a woman getting out of her car. She’s beautiful, with long, thick, dark hair. “Who is that?” I ask Temper.

“Izzy,” he replies, his shoulder touching mine. “Renny’s old lady.”

Renny has an old lady? “Oh,” I whisper, brow furrowing. I move away from Temper so we’re no longer touching. “Are you guys going to tell her what happened?”

“No,” Temper says quickly, and when I turn back to him, his eyes are narrowed on me. “And neither are you. It’s up to Renny what he does or does not tell her—that’s not our business.”

“How is that not our business? We were all there, I was there, and now I’m here because of it. How are you going to explain me being here exactly?” I ask, shaking my head. “I thought that the MC were all honest and loyal with each other.”

“We are,” he replies, scowling at my judgment. “But the women aren’t members, are they?”

My eyes narrow. “So what? The women aren’t on the same level as the men? No gender equality through those clubhouse doors? So you lie to your women? I’m so glad I’m seeing all this before anything else happened between us.”

“I’m going to take this moment to leave,” Crow declares from the front, making a quick escape. I actually forgot Crow was even here.

“What Renny tells Izzy is up to Renny. That’s his business, just like what I tell you is my business,” he says, jaw tight. “Come on, you must be hungry. Let’s get you fed and showered.”

“The only thing I want from you is to leave me alone.”

I open the door and step out, crossing my arms over my chest. Izzy notices me straight away and tilts her head to the side as if confused. “Who is that?” I hear her ask Renny.

“Temper’s woman,” he explains, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

“Temper doesn’t have a woman,” she says, wrinkling her nose. She then locks eyes with me and waves, closing the space between us. “Hello, I’m Izzy,” she says with a smile, offering me her hand.

“Abbie,” I say, giving her a forced smile in return. “And I’m not Temper’s woman.”

I hear the man in question sigh from behind me.

“I see,” she replies, looking over my head. “Nice to have you all home. I’m looking forward to hearing this story.”

“Can you take her in?” Temper asks her, clearing his throat. “And give her whatever she needs.”

“Of course,” Izzy says, brow furrowing. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

I follow her but can’t help but turn around to look at Temper, seeing him talk closely with Renny, probably preparing