She might not trust the woman but she’d be a real bitch if she didn’t accept Kylie’s attempt to smooth things over.“We’re good.And we’ll see how things go.”
Kylie’s smile brightened as she started backing down the hall.“Does this mean you won’t be moving now?”
“I’m not moving.”
“Yes!”Kylie clapped her hands.“Darren will be so happy.”
The bathroom door slowly opened, Bellamy sticking her head out.“You were going to move?”she asked as she came all the way out, checking down the hall in the direction Kylie went.
“Yes.I was thinking about it.I thought it would make things easier on Kylie by not having the baby and me thrown in her face all the time, and I didn’t want to live where I might run into Jed.”
“But you’re staying now?”
“Yes.I’m sure you heard me tell her I was staying.”
Bellamy didn’t look the least bit sorry for having eavesdropped through the bathroom door.“Come on.Let me show you around the rest of the building.”
Before they could start the tour, the sound of men’s raised voices came from the gym.They hurried to see what was going on and caught the tail end of every brother rushing out the door.
“What’s going on?”Bellamy asked the ladies.
“I don’t know.Race got a call and the next thing we knew, he was yelling for Jed to drive his truck.They all ran out after he told us to lock up after them and to stay put until they returned,” Jane filled her in.
All of Sadie’s experiences with the Sons had been positive so far, as compared to dealing with the Phantom Furies.Logically, she knew she and Oliver were safe with them, but seeing their reaction as they ran out the door dragged up bad memories.“Should we be worried?”
“Not like you think,” Jane said.“We’re all safe, but whatever got them riled up might be bad.”
Great.She was finally starting to relax around the old ladies and now she needed to worry about something none of them knew anything about.Her fear was that it might have to do with Tinker.She reminded herself to stay calm because there was no way he could get through all those men to get to her.
16
Race
“Yeah?”Race answered his phone, seeing that it was Miles calling from the front gate.
“Oh God, Race.You gotta come to the gate.Right now.It’s bad.So bad,” the prospect fired off, sounding completely freaked the fuck out.What could possibly have him so worked up?
“Miles.Slow down and breathe.What’s so bad?”His conversation drew the attention of everyone near him.
“It’s Tori.Oh, God.It’s Tori.”Miles sounded close to tears, his voice cracking and coughing.
Fuck.“On our way.”He disconnected the call and started issuing orders.“Jed, we’re taking your truck to the gate.”
Without hesitation, everyone filed outside, piling into Jed’s truck for the short drive to the front of the property.The ones who couldn’t fit in the cab climbed into the back.As they approached, Race could see what looked like a bundle on the ground outside the guard house.Miles already had the gate open, so when the truck came to a stuttering stop, they all ran through it.His heart sped up the closer he got.He struggled to breathe as he got a good look at Miles.The fact that the prospect was openly crying told him all he needed to know.Tori was the blanket-covered bundle on the ground.
“I covered her back up.I couldn’t leave her like that.”Miles ran a shaking hand through his hair.
Gritting his teeth, Race dropped to a squat to peel the blanket back, his breath catching in his chest.
“Motherfuck!”someone shouted.
“Goddamn!”another yelled.
“Who the fuck did this?”someone else demanded to know.
Race closed his eyes as images of the way he was used to seeing her played through his memories.She was always smiling and laughing, having fun with the guys.Her hair was always done, her makeup flawless and her brown eyes sparkling.She was always happy and up for a good time.
A complete contrast to how she looked now.Her normally blonde hair was a dirty, matted mess with blood turning the color pink.Her eyes were flat, unfocused, and red from broken blood vessels.Her face was bruised and swollen from being hit, and her lip was split.Bruising around her neck confirmed his suspicions that she’d been strangled.He wanted nothing more than to preserve her modesty, but he needed to see what else had been done to her.Peeking under the blanket, he saw that she was naked and had ligature marks around her wrists and ankles where she’d been restrained.
