Chaos laughs. “There isn’t anything innocent about my woman, I promise you that, brother.”
“You got your hands full with that one, for sure. Kira had better be where he said, or?—”
“We’ll handle it. She’ll be okay.”
We drive back down to the clubhouse, parking the car back in the garage. Saige meets us outside on the porch, her arms crossed, looking at us, waiting. She is such a force to be reckoned with.
“Wes sent us everything. We can’t take them down on our own, we need outside help, this is too big for us,” Saige tells us.
“Make the call, vixen, tell him this can’t wait. He needs to pass the info on now and shit needs to be raided immediately.”
“I’ve got it, calm down,” she tells him, earning her a grin from Chaos.
“Who’s she calling?” I ask.
“Her best friend, Seb. He just got a new position with the State Department; he’ll have no issues routing it to the right people.”
Well, that’s lucky. One less thing for us to take on, when all I want to do is hold my woman and make sure she’s okay.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
BRISTOL
Iwake up to a warm touch that is not Rhys’. Terror slams into me, my heart racing. I try to inhale, and the moment I do, Rhys’ scent, all cedar, leather, and spice, engulfs my lungs. I slowly peel open my eyes, finding his mom looking down at me, waiting. Her eyes are so full of love and compassion, and the tears start to flow immediately.
“Alice? Is Rhys okay? He’s okay, right?”
“Hey, sunshine, he’s okay. He had to deal with the fallout. He was here with you until I kicked him out.”
“Oh, okay, what happened? I don’t remember anything after Rhys got to my office.”
“All I know is what Chaos told me, honey, that you passed out and Rhys rushed you here. One of the patched members is a medical doctor. He checked you out and assured Rhys you were healthy, just in shock. I’ve been there. Your body just shut down for a bit. You’re going to be okay.”
An image flashes through my head of Blake standing in my office, a vile expression filling his face, his dark, soulless eyes. God, would he have hurt me?
“If he hadn’t gotten there, god, what if?—”
“Hey, hey, don’t let yourself go to that place. You’re alive, you’re safe, that’s what we’re going to focus on, okay?”
I take a deep breath, trying to settle my nerves, wracking my brain for the details of what happened in my office. “Okay.”
The lock on Rhys’ door unlocks a moment later, the door opening slowly as Rhys steps in. I’m so happy and relieved to see him that my tears flow even harder as I reach for him, extending my arms out wide.
“You’re awake,” he gasps as he rushes to my side, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me into him. God, he feels like comfort, and safety, and love. Rhys feels like home. He is my home.
“I’ll leave you two to talk for a bit. I’ll be out there.”
“Are you going to be okay out there, Mom?” Rhys asks her quickly, suddenly nervous.
“Yes, baby, I’m okay. It’ll be good to catch up with a few of the old-timers.”
“If you’re sure. You don’t have to leave,” he reassures his mom. I love watching him care so much about her well-being, recognizing how uncomfortable she may be here. This man is so considerate, so sweet and kind. I don’t know how I got so lucky.
“My boy, I’m okay here. I’ve healed. I’m okay. I want to be herefor you and Bristol, and I really do want to go chat with a few of the guys I haven’t seen in years.”
“Okay, Mom. Thank you for being here for her, for us.”
“Always. I love you.”
