Something’s wrong. But I’m not sure what to do. As soon as I get upstairs, I lock myself in the bathroom and try to call Dante. It goes straight to voicemail. In the past, Dante has explained all the guys hand over their cell phones before sitting down for “church”.
Maybe Logan is telling the truth.
I speak as softly as possible, in case Logan followed me inside. “Dante, it’s me. Logan’s here. He says you sent him to take me to a safe house because the club is on lockdown? Are you sure you want me to go with him? I don’t know—”
“Karina! Let’s go!” Logan shouts from downstairs.
“If you get this in the next few minutes, text me and let me know it’s okay to go with him,” I say in a rush and hit end.
I stare at my phone for a few seconds. Something doesn’t feel right. There are probably twenty other people Dante would choose to come get me before going to Logan. But what if he did send him because something so bad is going down? Maybe he had no choice?
Without realizing it, my hand’s squeezing my phone so tight, my fingers press the volume button down and the phone buzzes in my hand, startling me. I stare at it again, willing it to ring.
Banging on the bathroom door rattles me so hard I drop the phone. “Karina, stop fucking around, we gotta go. What are you doing?”
“I’m going to the bathroom. Jeez, give me a minute!” I shout back.
Jamming my phone into my pocket, I hustle over and flush the toilet. While running the water, I grab a few things I think I’ll need. My birth control pills for sure. Vitamins, face wash, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, soap. I glance at Dante’s side of the vanity. He’d probably like some of his stuff too, right? I grab shaving cream, a razor, his toothbrush…and that’s all I can think of. I shove everything into a couple cosmetic bags and exit the bathroom.
Logan’s standing in the middle of the room staring at the bed.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask.
“I can’t believe you really fucking sleep with him, Karina.”
Brushing past him, I dump my armload on the bed. “That’s none of your business.”
“Come on, hurry up.”
“I’m hurrying.” Snatching my backpack off the floor, I stuff some clothes in. Logan finally wanders out and I scurry over to Dante’s nightstand. Yanking open the drawer, I grab the small bottle of lube and the jeweled anal plug. No reason we can’t have fun while we’re hiding out—or whatever this is about. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees what I brought.
I pull out my phone and check it one last time. Nothing from Dante. This time I shoot him a quick text.
Leaving house w/Logan now. See u soon.
For some reason, I mute the phone before sticking it back in my pocket.
Logan’s waiting on the front porch, and takes my backpack when I step outside. He holds out his hand. “Give me your phone, and I’ll let Dante know we’re leaving.”
No way am I handing over my phone to him.
“Oh, shoot, I forgot it.” I turn to go back inside, but he stops me.
“Don’t worry about it. I got mine. Just need to charge it.”
“Okay.”
His gaze darts back and forth between his bike and my car. “We’ll take your car.”
“Okay.”
He seems indecisive. “I’ll drive.”
“Fine.” I tug the keys out of my pocket and hand them over.
Dante
All hell broke looseon Hemi’s Mexican run. The fucker got out of jail and made it over the border. But he’s been MIA since.
