“Why did he track you down?”
“He caught me following him the other night,” she admitted, looking guilty. She pointed to her bruised eye. “This night.”
“Why were you following him?” I asked when she didn’t continue.
She sighed. “It’s…complicated.”
“Okay. I still need to know.”
“Where are we going?” she asked as I got on I-10.
“To my clubhouse.”
“Is that a good idea?”
“Yeah. We have an area we can tie him up in,” I told her.
She rubbed her temples. “And then what? He knows where I work. He’s going to keep coming after me…”
“Trust me, he won’t,” I told her. “We’ll handle it.”
“We?”
“Me and my brothers,” I replied.
“I can’t ask you to do anything that might be-”
“You’re not, I’m offering.”
“Why?” she asked, those green eyes locked on the side of my face.
Turning my head, I met her gaze. “Because you clearly need help. And I’m not letting this asshole put his hands on you again.”
Her shoulders slumped a little. “Thank you, Overdrive.”
“You can call me OD if you want,” I offered. It was obvious to me that this woman didn’t ask for help very often. And granted, we were talking about killing a man. Not outright speaking about it, of course, but thatwaswhat was happening right now. The only way to keep her safe at this point was likely going to be getting rid of the fucker in the back. Before that could happen I had questions. A lot of them.
My eyes darted to the rear view as movement caught my eye. “Shit!”
Rue yelped as the fucker crawled out of the back and grabbed her by the hair. Her head hit the headrest hard as she tried to get out of his grip.
The flash of metal forced me to act even as I drove. It was a knife. Rue had already taken his gun off him, but she must’ve missed the blade he was swinging down toward her chest from behind her. I leaned forward, grabbing my gun from the holster shoved into the back of my jeans and pointed the barrel toward the back of the SUV.
Wincing at the loud ass sound as I pulled the trigger, I swerved the car to the side of the road and slammed it into park.As soon as it was in park, I launched myself between the seats and slammed into the huge fucker in the back. The bullet had grazed his side—and Ruck’s cage ride now had a bullet hole in the side panel—but it’d stopped him from plunging that fucking knife into Rue’s body. My head snapped to the side as the guy landed a punch.
He was almost as fucking strong as Bolo, that was for damn sure. Something warm brushed past me as I wrestled him for the top position in the cramped space. “What’re you doing?” I grunted as the crazy woman all but climbed over me.
Then the gorilla underneath me went lax. I looked down, confused, until I saw Rue pulling a needle out of him. “Handy.”
She shrugged. “Guess I didn’t use enough before.”
“Guy’s massive. No wonder you misjudged the dosage.” This time I tied him up using his shoe laces, but I kept a close watch as I drove back to the clubhouse. I didn’t need that monster waking up again while we were on the freeway. I hadn’t brought anything extra to deal with him when she called. No rope, cuffs, or zip ties. I should’ve figured it was something big though. She didn’t seem the type to call to ask for help moving a heavy piece of furniture. I didn’t think like Relay though, who was always prepared for a kidnapping.
“Why isn’t this freaking you out?”
Her voice was soft, nearly a whisper as she asked that. My lips twitched. If only she knew the shit me and my brothers got into. “Can you keep a secret?”
“Even if I couldn’t, I would. I’m sort of trusting you to keep a huge one right now,” she pointed to the unconscious lump.
