Hated the helplessness clawing at her chest.It was up to her to take care of Leigh, but she had no idea what to do.If she took her to the hospital, they'd call the police.If she called the police and reported what happened, they'd protect Jason and probably ensure Leigh was returned to him, since they were married.
Jason had taken everything from her.Her purse, her cell, her car, her sense of control.And now Leigh was broken and bruised, and they were hiding in a biker's bedroom like fugitives.
Annie glanced at the door, anxious for Hunter to return.
She exhaled slowly, brushing a strand of hair from Leigh's forehead."You're safe now," she whispered.
Leigh's eyes fluttered open."But for how long?"Her sister's voice was hoarse, barely audible."I want to leave and go far away.Just drive.Keep driving until we run out of gas."
Annie's stomach twisted."I wasn't able to make it to the lot to check if my car was even there.I don't even have any money to call an Uber."
Leigh closed her eyes again."Go to Seattle.Your bank."
"That's the plan."Annie sighed."As soon as I get my car, I'll figure out how to get to Seattle.From there, I'll take us far away.I promise, sis."
They were trapped.If she stepped outside, Jason had the authority to pick her up.He had enough people who would let him walk away free from the crimes he committed.
Annie looked around the room.It was clean, quiet, and organized.There was a stack of what she believed were motorcycle parts, and on the dresser were ink bottles and tattoo guns beside a chest.Hunter's space.It was a stark reminder that they'd only gone from one problem to another.
She sighed heavily.He didn't have to help them.
He could've ignored her on the road.Could've let Jason finish what he started.
But he hadn't.
He'd pulled her out of danger.He'd gone into that house without hesitation.He'd carried Leigh as if she mattered.
Annie's tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.Gratitude burned in her throat.Hunter had saved not only her, but her sister, too.There was no way she could ever pay him back for what he'd done.
In the other room, the door opened.She leaned forward, looking into the main room.
Hunter stepped into the doorframe, carrying two sacks from Burgerville and a couple more bottles of water.He set everything down on the dresser, then pointed at the food.
Annie stood, her legs stiff, and crossed the room."Thank you," she said softly, making sure he could read her lips.
He nodded once, then looked at Leigh.
"Doctor?"he asked.
Annie glanced at her sister."He's asking if you need a doctor."
Leigh's eyes opened, and she shook her head."No.I'll be fine in a few days."
Annie frowned, knowing that the damage done to her would last a lifetime.Even if all the bruises faded, there would be scars and memories.
"I think your rib's broken," she said.
Leigh didn't answer.Only closed her eyes and forced herself back into the shell she'd built to heal herself.
Hunter watched them both, then pointed to the patch on his vest."We have a doctor."
Annie hugged her middle.She had a hard time believing there was a doctor in the motorcycle club.Granted, the only experience she had with bikers was seeing the occasional group of riders go past her on the interstate.
From what she'd seen of the members belonging to Royalla, none of them could be doctors covered in tattoos, drinking during the day, and the heavy scent of marijuana in the building.
But if there were someone who could look at Leigh and tell them if something was broken or she needed more help, she would take any help she could get.
She looked at Leigh."Sis?He says they have someone who can look at you.Someone they trust."
