“Nah, I’m good, brother.”
Sundance nodded, rose to his feet and left me to my thoughts again.
Sabrina
Pulling into my garage, I cut the engine, lowered the door, and dropped my head to the steering wheel.
What the fuck was I thinking?
I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut. Now that I was away from the compound, I could start to process everything I’d seen. No wonder my sister had jumped into bed with Noah ‘Stoney’ Stonewell. Jesus, I wanted to as well, and I was terrified of him. Grabbing my purse, I headed inside and dropped everything on the kitchen island.
“You were gone—”
I let out a scream and reached for a knife from the knife block, but quickly recognized my intruder as my brother.
“Shit, sissy, sorry,” he said, then burst out laughing. “What were you going to do with that?”
I glanced at my hand and realized I’d grabbed the knife sharpener.
“You gonna sharpen me to death?” he retorted.
I slid it back in its place and glared at Luca. “I could still draw blood with that. Your eye would be a good target. What are you doing here? Did you find Fox?”
“No. But we will. I figured I’d wait here since I couldn’t do anything at the station. At least, nothing I couldn’t do here.”
“Do you have any idea where he is?”
“We have a couple of leads, but nothing concrete yet,” he said, and crossed his arms. “Now, you gonna tell me why the fuck you went to the Primal Howlers’ compound?”
“Only if you promise not to get mad.”
“Oh, I’m way past mad, Sabrina.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Do you need a reminder that I’m a grown ass woman who doesn’t need to tell you shit?”
“Bree, you know that you’re the total light of my life, and if anything happened to you, I would lose my mind. So, I will not apologize for not liking that you put yourself in harm’s wayby waltzing into a notorious one-percent motorcycle club’s lair!”
