Chapter Thirteen
We waited for over two hours before War showed up. I only let him get in two hits before I stopped him. Waverley knew I’d allowed it, so did Mace but he took them both, keeping his eyes on War when he did. That was what came after War heard everything Waverley had to say, after she’d opened the door to him and he’d almost fallen through it to get to her, picking her up and holding her so tight she had to ask him to put her down.
“The only reason you’re breathing is becausesheis,” War told him.
“I got that,” Mace said.
“I’d keep quiet if I were you,” I told him, leaning back against the table and crossing my ankles.
“You morons are wasting time,” Waverley said.
Both our heads swiveled to look at her. “What the hell?” War asked.
“I do not want to be anywhere even remotely in the vicinity of those assholes. So can we leave? Please?”
I could tell War was having a hard time not showing his caring side in front of Mace. As soon as he realised he was in here his whole persona had changed. He instantly went from devoted twin to Vice President of a one percenter motorcycle club, right before Waverley’s eyes.
“Fine,” he looked over at Mace. “You gonna be a problem?” He didn’t answer. “Okay, good,” War clapped his hands. “Wave, go open the van, keep a lookout. We’ll get him inside.”
Once it was done, Mace didn’t struggle, we decided War would still drive the van and I’d go on my bike. Mace kept looking at the side of the motel and I took my gun out.
“His bike is round there,” Waverley said.
“Oh, okay. Good, it’ll be a nice diversion when they find it. Maybe they’ll set it on fire.”
“Asshole.”
“A big one,” War told Mace with a cheery grin. Then he slammed the doors of the van in his face.
“You’re both assholes,” Waverley said.
War grabbed her and pulled her into another hug. “I love you,” he told her, pressing his forehead to hers. “But let me do my job.”
She scowled but nodded. As she headed for the front of the van she looked over her shoulder at us. “Ourjob.”
“Wave,” War groaned. “I love you, I’m beyond thrilled we found you, but get in the damn van.”
“Youfoundme?” she asked incredulously.
“You know what I mean.”
“Just don’t think you can shut me out, I know a whole hell of a lot and you need me.”
“Jesus Christ,” War grumbled.
When they pulled out, I went around back to check the bike, my eyes opened wide as I walked towards it. It was a fucking nice bike. My bike had always felt like an extension of me and to have it left behind like this would hurt like hell. Might sound stupid but it was true. The place was pretty overgrown, it didn’t look like people came back here much. It would take a while before anyone came across it.
I laughed as I went and got back on my own bike. For the first time in days I felt free, lighter. Shit, nothing had changed, we still had the same issues, but she was back. And I would make sure she was always protected.
I managed to get back before them. Fuck knows what they’d talked about in the van but when they did show up, they were irritated with each other when they backed into the garage and both doors slammed.
“You do realize you just spent the last three days tearing shit apart to find her,” I pointed out as he headed into the house.
“She’s being unreasonable.”
“Sheis right here,” Waverley followed us inside. She stopped dead in the kitchen and looked around, as if she only just realized where we were. The last time she was here was when she helped me get my shit and move it all to Ballistic’s house when we were seniors in High School.
“Yeah, I know, it looks different,” War said when he saw her taking it all in.
