My cell goes quiet.End of discussion.
I have a real bad feeling.A gut-twisting instinct I’m struggling to ignore.And I’m really fucking pissed at losing Belly, long may he ride in peace.
I don’t want to leave Scarlet.But my loyalty is to my president and the Sons of Sin.
“Fuck it.”
“What’s going on?”she asks, standing and straightening her clothes.
“I have to go.”
“What?”Her eyes widen.“Where?”
“To the club.But not for long.I promise.”
“You said you were staying here.With me.”
“It can’t be helped.”
Her eyes widen and she gestures to the door.“But what about the Hyenas?”
“That’s why I have to go to the club.They’ve bombed the place.Killed one of my club brothers, goddamn sons of bitches.”
She snaps her hand over her mouth.“What?That’s terrible.”
“Tell me about it.”I drag on my t-shirt and then my cut.“Jock has called an emergency meeting.We need to sort these assholes out once and for all.They’ve gone too far this time.They’ve attacked our home turf.”
She nods though her skin has paled and she’s knotted her hands together under her chin.
“Scarlet.”I rest my hands on her shoulders.“I promise, no one knows you are here.Lock all the doors, keep the windows closed, and wait inside.I’ll leave you a gun.”
“I have no idea how to shoot?”She shakes her head.“I never have.”
“Just point and pull the trigger at anything that’s a threat.You’ll soon get the hang of it.”
“A threat?”She goes to the window and looks out.
I step up close, molding my body to hers.I kiss her neck.“You’re strong, I know you are.And you can do this.”
She rests back against me.“I don’t want to do it without you.I don’t want to be here without you.”
Damn it.There’s that gut twist again.I don’t want to leave her.Just thinking about it is painful.It goes against everything I am.
But what choice do I have?I’m also a VP and I take that role in life seriously.I have to go.
“I’m sorry.”I close my eyes.“It’s the way it is for me.My president calls, I have to follow orders.”
“It’s okay.”
She turns and I embrace her.Push her hair over her shoulders and breathe in the scent of her.
“I understand,” she says, “And Consuela is sleeping so there’s nothing to do here.”
“I can think of a few more things we can do when I get back.”
Her cheeks rouge a little.“I don’t know what you mean.”
I laugh.Her coyness is funny when I know full well a woman of passion lurks within.
