“Two of the cameras have some alerts. I mean, it could be deer or wildlife that set them off.” She didn’t believe that, and neither did Viking if his raised brow was anything to go by.
“Wait until I park, and we can look together if you want.”
His offer made her feel cared for, but she needed to show him she wasn’t a pussy ass bitch. For fuckssake, she was a twenty-four-year-old woman who’d been on her own for years. She’d literallytrekked across the United States by herself, put herself through school without family or friends, made a life for herself, and landed in this small town with nothing but grit and self-respect. She wasn’t going to start acting like a damsel in distress who needed a badass biker to jump in and save the day.
“No, I got this.” She opened the footage from the camera facing the back of the house, or rather, the front of the house, overlooking the lake in the background. The alert showed a figure passing under the tree, wearing camouflage that blended in with the snow and trees. She froze the video on the image, zooming in on the person standing at the edge of the screen.
“Dang it. I can’t get a view of their face on the first camera, but it looks like a guy or an extremely large woman.” She clicked the camera closest to the house next. Horror froze the breath in her lungs. They moved to the front door like they had every right to be there. As if they’d done it a thousand times, they entered her code. She squinted and tried to enlarge the video image to no avail. Clicking on each alert, she watched the individual exit her home carrying a bag.
“What the fuck. He took shit from my house,” she yelled.
Viking pulled his truck into a huge garage. She dropped her phone into her lap. Abject horror filled her entire being.
“Let me see, Vakker.” Viking reached for the phone.
She looked at him, opened her mouth, and closed it several times. “He was in my house for over an hour, Bekkett.”
Chapter Nineteen
Viking wanted to smash his fist through the fucker’s skull. Hell, when he found whoever put that look on Blair’s face, he vowed he’d end the motherfucker.
“We’ll find whoever it was, Baby.”
“How?” she asked. Her voice trembled.
“I’m going to have a friend of mine analyze the footage to see if he’s able to get anything from it that our eyes can’t. He’s got technology the government would drool over.”
Jinx didn’t speak. He watched her swallow and blink as if she were fighting to stay strong. It pissed him off to see her so helpless. He hated feeling as though he couldn’t do anything but make promises he wasn’t sure he could keep.
“Let’s get inside. I’ll make some calls and get shit moving.” He got out, not waiting for her response.
Outside his vehicle, he noticed his brother's and dad’s trucks were both inside, along with his mom’s SUV. He wished Solange were home, knowing she would be a good buffer with Jinx and his family.
Jinx hopped down the second he opened her door. She stood next to him with her shoulders back, as if she were ready to face a firing squad.
“Are you freaking out about meeting my family?” he asked.
“No. Yes. Kind of. What are you going to tell them? Hey, this is the girl I slept with last night. I just met her at the bar, and oh, by the way, someone is probably trying to kill her.” She groaned. “That’s really not a great first introduction, Bekkett.”
“Jinx, I’m a grown man. I don’t have to explain shit to my parents. I haven’t done so in years. As for telling them about you, I’ll stick to the truth, and that’ll be easy. I met you the night I got here. I stalked you a little in a non-creepy way. You agreed to go out with me, and now we’re here. Everything else is none of their business."
She stepped in front of him. “That's where you’re wrong, Bekkett. If by having me here brings danger, then they have a right to know.”
“One step at a time, Vakker. Let me get Keys on this shit, and we'll go from there. Okay?”
He held her gaze, staring down at her with pleading eyes. She needed to approve for him to move forward.
“Fine, but if shit goes south, don’t blame me,” she huffed.
“Shit won’t go south. If it does, I have every bit of faith we can handle it.” He didn’t mention the fact they’d be down with his MC, where they’d have lots of backup.
“Bekkett, I’m so happy you’re here. Tell your father that indigo is a shade of purple, not blue.”
His mother called from inside the house.
He and Jinx stopped outside the kitchen. “Here we go. Are you ready to meet my crazy mama?”
“I heard that,” his mother said, opening the closed door.
