Rowan
Ten fucking days of hospital food, frequent pokes and prods from nurses who lacked any kind of kindness, and doctors whowanted me to talk to a shrink. Ugh.
Finally, I was free.
My apartment was in tatters, just as Frankie had told me, but what else could I do? I grabbed a luggage case from the cupboard, and moved into my bedroom.
Not even my clothes got a reprieve from the fuckers. Sighing, I moved about, grabbing what I absolutely needed. It barely filled the case, but whatever, I could always buy what I needed.
I moved to the floorboard under my bed and lifted it. At least they hadn’t found this. I pulled out the box of mementos I kept in there from my grandma, and the money I kept from Trey. An addict was an addict, and the best way to fix that was to starve them of the one thing they needed to feed that habit.
Money.
Pulling it out, I chucked it into the case, and headed out of the apartment, with one more look around. Fuck, I hoped Trey was okay. It wasn’t like him to be completely radio silent.
I yanked my jacket on, and pulled the hoodie up over my face before I headed down to the street. Keeping my head down, I ordered an Uber only to sigh in defeat when I realised I had no money on my account.
Fuck.
All my money was in cash. Looking down the road for a cab, of course it had to be the only time there wasn’t one around. Just as I was about to start walking for the bus, a navy blue car pulled up. I stepped back, unsure of what to do, before the door opened and Tiago’s dashing smile lit up my vision.
“Need a ride?”
Relief swamped through me, and I opened the back door to throw my case in, before I jumped in the car with him. He took off, and I removed my hood.
“Where we going?”
“Take me to Kurrajong, toward the Crossing.”
Tiago sighed, as he turned into the traffic of Penrith. “Don’t do this. We can help you.”
“Frankie has been trying to change my mind for over a week, but even she knows it’s the best place for me.”
“What if they don’t take you?”
“Then I’ll call you.”
He nodded. “Okay. There’s no trace on Trey, by the way. Last they heard, he was in Western Australia, but no movement on his cards or his phone.”
“He’s not dumb,” I told him. “He was raised with bikers. He knows how to stay off the radar. He’ll pop up when he’s ready.”
“You have a lot of faith in someone who left you to take his beating.”
Looking out the window as the familiar buildings passed me by while he headed toward my destination. I needed to keep my anxiety at bay. Frankie had been right. Trey’s dad may well push me out the door and tell me to take a hike, especially when he finds out that we weren’t technically dating anymore.
Maybe he and Trey were still talking and he had helped him flee, maybe this was a really bad idea…but something, I don’t know what, but something told me Wyatt Jameson, otherwise known as Reaper, would be the salvation I so desperately needed.
“Girl!”
I spun at the familiar voice, just as I walked through the doors of the Shackled Sons clubhouse, hidden deep in the Devil’s Wilderness.
Cherry was the girl that had taken care of me the few times Trey had brought me here for parties. Her bright red hair was a beacon, but it was her pure hearted smile that brought you in.
“I haven’t seen you in an age, what have you been doing with yourself?”
She pulled me in for a hug. I had to admit it felt nice to be greeted this way, but the way she gripped onto my body hurt my still recovering ribs. I winced into her shoulder but held on.
“I was going to ask Wyatt a question.”
