“Diesel, Rev, and Void.” I sniffled again. “And even Hades.”
“Those assholes!”
I loved that she got pissed for me. “I’m not far, but it’s taking forever with these roads.”
“Take your time. Be careful. I’ll watch for you.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, you want me to stay on the line until you’re here?”
That was sweet of her to ask. “No. I’ll be fine.”
I wasnotfine.
Still, I didn’t want her to worry. I’d driven in snow before. I wasn’t a fool.
“Okay, let me know when you’re close.”
“I will. Love ya, Syd.”
“Becs! Don’t say that to me right now!”
She was so dramatic.
“I’ll see you soon.”
“Don’t you dare get into an accident and die on me, Becca. I will hunt your ghost down!”
That almost made me laugh. If I wasn’t on the verge of tears again, I might have felt a little better. “I’ll hold you to it.”
“Just get your ass here, babe, so that I can hug you.”
We ended the call, and I tried to focus on the road. Everything that happened decided to replay in my head. I was so distraught that I didn’t see the fallen tree in the road or the huge pile of snow that covered it, transforming it into a wall of snow and ice until seconds before I reached it.
Three seconds before I crashed, I knew I shouldn’t have slammed on the brakes. For some reason, they weren’t working. The pedal went all the way down to the floorboard, and nothing happened.
I shouldn’t have left the damn house.
Too late now.
Chapter 2 Void
Four days earlier—
“What the fuck is she doing now?” I asked aloud, to no one, because the room was fucking empty. Well, except for the view in front of me, which revealed far more than Becca knew or realized. Nine different vantage points were put in place to ensure I could always be there for her, spotting trouble before it ever reached her. And if she wanted me for any other reason, . . . I’d be ready.
Was it presumptuous? Obsessive? Yeah. Did I care? Fuck no.
I stared at the wall of monitors that not only projected from every angle of the house we lived in, but also the clubhouse of the Feral Rebels MC, a second home to both of us. Bulldog, my stepdad, had been a member, raised us both after my mom split, and then died in a bloody territory war with a rival club. I joined and became the club’s hacker and tech expert shortly after he married my mother, and when he was killed, it was my skills and determination that helped track down the motherfuckers responsible. So it made sense for me to stay here with Becca.
I was the only one left in the family to ensure her safety.
The cameras blipped, showing her walking from the kitchen, where she made a snack, to her room. I shouldn’t have been able to follow her, but I had cameras in there, too. Always watching. Wherever she went, I followed.
Every angle in the house we shared. In her car. Work. The clubhouse. She couldn’t run from me if she wanted. I preferred it that way.
We never moved out or sold this house, staying put since her father—who had become my stepfather ten years ago—died. The only place I didn’t watch her twenty-four seven was her bathroom. Even I had to draw the fucking line somewhere.
