“I’m sick of this, Mace,” Nytro snarled. “Fuck the plan and fuck her. If he was in there, if he’s fucking dead…” he trailed off, his breath coming heavy.
Was he referring to Danica… or Waverley? My stomach dropped and I nudged the kickstand with my foot and balanced the bike. I never should have left her alone, because if he was talking like this then he would lose what little rationality he had left.
“They outman us right now and they’re not playing around,” I tried to calm him down but he was irrational when it came to Mad Hog. Shit, he was irrational when it came to most things.
“It’s because of that bitch, King’s fucking spawn. If we didn’t have her this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Calm down, we need to think this through.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down,” he yelled. “Do it, fucking kill her and we’ll throw her ass outside the clubhouse. God, fuck if he’s dead, I’ll kill them all.”
“We’re not killing anyone,” I told him. “Where are you?”
“The Funnel. I’m at the Funnel. Shit. I can’t breathe.”
“Get a drink, stay where you are,” I told him. I didn’t want to start my bike and let him know I wasn’t where I was supposed to be. The Funnel was a bar a few blocks away from the apartment. “I’ll look into it more, just don’t do anything yet until we figure out if it was actually Hog.”
He had resorted to mumbling now. I couldn’t let him go after Waverley over this. “Nytro, don’t move okay, I’m gonna figure this out.”
“Yeah, okay, yeah.”
I hung up before he could say anything else, then started the bike. I swung it around, tearing up the grass, which I knew Marla was going to have something to say about but I didn’t care. I had an awful feeling growing inside me. A weird foreboding this was the trigger that would destroy everything. As I sped towards the highway, red and blue lights suddenly started flashing behind me, a siren blared.
“Fuck.”
I thought about trying to lose them but the chances were I knew whoever this guy was, I couldn’t afford to lead any cops to the apartment and didn’t have time for a police chase. I pulled over and grabbed my phone again, but for once, I had absolutely no one I could call. No one I could trust. And Waverley was in that apartment like a sitting duck. I quickly opened up the surveillance app. She was sitting on the bed, cross legged, watching something on TV. For now, she was safe.
Holding up my hands I got off the bike and turned to face the cop. I hadn’t put my helmet on so my face was visible. The cop took his sweet ass time ambling out of his squad car.
I didn’t recognize him.
“Damn,” I grunted, I had to deal with this, and fast.
Chapter Eleven
The sound of a door slamming had me sitting up quickly. I’d been dozing while watching a stupid Hallmark movie. I sat up, my heart hammering, Mace was usually quiet around the apartment. He was downright sneaky at times. The stomping and more slamming had me jumping to my feet.
There was someone here and it wasn’t Mace, and they were coming to my room. I frantically looked around me, knowing there was nothing in here that I could protect myself with. I had the remote control, an old TV I couldn’t lift and some fucking blankets. I grabbed the sheet and tore it off the bed then ran to stand behind the door.
Fuck, Waverley…a blanket? But it was all I had. It wasn’t Mace thundering towards me and now I could hear voices. There were at least two people, maybe more. My heart was pounding and I tried not to let the fear get the better of me. I had no clue what was coming, except it wouldn’t be good.
I took a deep breath when the lock pulled back. Saying a prayer, I held up the blanket in front of me. The door swung open, and two men came inside.
“What the fuck?” one of them said when he didn’t see me in the room. “Where is she?”
I pushed the door hard, and it hit the second guy, as I threw the blanket over the head of the first guy then kicked him, hoping he’d be disorientated. Then I ran, darting around the door.
The second guy hadn’t been thrown off quite as well as I had hoped, and he grabbed for me as I rushed through the door. I had to get to the living room and make a run for the kitchen, if the door was locked it would slow me down trying to unlock it, but if I could arm myself with a knife, it might give me a chance. My long hair was my downfall. The man grabbed it and pulled hard. It felt like my scalp was tearing as I reeled backwards, losing my balance and falling on my ass.
“You think you can fucking run?” The sharp smell of alcohol hit me, it was pouring out of him.
I struggled, grabbing onto his hand where he was pulling me by my hair, trying to drag me back inside the room. I winced in pain as I was pulled along, reaching out with one hand, trying to grab hold of his wrists to stop him ripping my hair out.
“You’re more trouble than you’re fucking worth,” the man yelled as he tossed me across the room.
I rolled a few times and hit the wall hard. Tears sprang into my eyes from the pain to my scalp and I’d hit that wall hard. I looked up and saw the President standing there, another man I didn’t recognise was holding the blanket I had thrown over him, staring at me with a horrible, hungry look on his face.
I scrambled back and used the wall to get myself to my feet. The President let out a harsh laugh and glanced at his friend. My eyes switched between the two of them, wondering who was going to come at me first and how I would fight both of them. I was screwed, but I couldn’t let them do this to me. I’d rather die. They started advancing together, if I tried to dart between them to get to the door, they’d just grab me. If I stayed where I was, I might as well just give in. I had no way out of this.
