“Someone possibly set it up so the guy could grab you,” Jaxon adds, opening and flexing his hand and bouncing his knee up and down. “It pisses me off that people just keep grabbing you.”

“I’ll second that,” I mumble, sinking back into the seat. “I was about to punch him, too, but then he started talking, and I decided to hear him out. Although, I don’t know why he acted like he knows me. I don’t know him … I don’t think … Or maybe I do and just can’t remember. He did say something about me not remembering …” I waver. “It’s kind of creepy, right? The stuff he knew about me? And the card?”

“Absolutely.” Hunter gives a short, considering pause while dragging his tongue ring along his teeth. “Can I see the card?”

Nodding, I hand it to him. He takes it from me, digs out his phone, and then searches the address and phone number on some sort of app he has.

“The phone number isn’t listed,” he mumbles. “That doesn’t mean it’s completely untraceable. It just means it’ll take longer.”

Something dawns on me. “This sounds an awful lot like what you told me about that unknown caller that was sending me all those messages.”

“You think it might be the same person?” Jax questions, shifting his weight closer to me, causing his scent to flutter in the air around me.

I waver. “I don’t know … Possibly. But the messenger and this guy were giving out totally different vibes. The messages sounded more threatening, whereas this guy seemed like he wanted to help me.”

“That’s the start of every stranger-danger story,” Hunter mutters with a frown as he sets his phone down.

“Yeah … I guess.” I ravel a strand of my hair around my finger. “Still … maybe we should see what this club is? It wouldn’t hurt, right?”

Hunter and Jax both hesitate.

“The address is unlisted.” Hunter is mostly speaking to Jax. “However, I think one of us should at least go check it out. Maybe tomorrow after school or something.”

I raise my hand. “I wanna go.”

Jax opens his mouth then closes it. I have a feeling he was about to say no, but he told me he wasn’t going to tell me what to do anymore, so he stopped himself.

“Maybe we could all go,” Hunter suggests, putting his keys in the ignition. Then he starts the engine up, leaving puzzlement to web through me.

Are we leaving?

But he simply turns on the heater then rolls the window down. An engine grumble later, Benton appears at the window with a small backpack in his hand.

“Sorry that took me so long,” he tells Hunter as he drops the bag through the window and into Hunter’s lap. Then he crouches down so he’s at eye level with Hunter. “But I have a proposition for you. One that could get you a lot of cash quickly.”

Hunter picks up the bag and hands it to me. I can hear glass bottles clinking together as I take it.