The text comes up first. Sent almost an hour ago.
Karina: Leaving house w/Logan now. See u soon.
What the actual fuck?
My vision clouds red.
Murder must be written on my face. “What’s wrong, brother?” Luck asks.
I put my finger up and dial into my voicemail. Hitting speaker so we can both listen, I hold the phone out. Romeo walks out as soon as the message starts playing.
Karina’s hushed voice is hard to make out at first, but I get the gist of what’s going on.
“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—”
She stops for some reason. A muffled shout sounds from somewhere in the background. Motherfuckin’ Hemi, no doubt.
“If you get this in the next few minutes, text me and let me know it’s okay to go with him.”
“Motherfucker!” I jab my finger at Romeo. “He’s dead. That motherfucker is dead. He laid a fuckin’ hand on my woman. It’s grounds and you fuckin’ know it.”
Romeo holds up his hands. “I hear you. Let’s get the whole story—”
“What fuckin’ whole story? He fuckin’ tricked her—”
Luck puts his hand on my arm to stop me. Much calmer than I am, he says, “Prez, you heard the girl. Hemi told her a fuckin’ lie to get her to go with him. That can’t stand.”
“He fuckin’ touches her, he’s not justout bad. He’s fuckin’dead.” I ain’t makin’ idle threats either. Whatever Hemi’s doin’ goes beyond disrespectin’ a brother. He’s outright pissing on our code.
I’m shaking with rage. Proud of my fuckin’ girl though. She did good. Knew something was wrong and called me first. I need to get to her. Need to touch her. Make sure she’s okay. Hemi’s obviously lost his fuckin’ mind. I’m scared shitless he’ll do something to hurt her.
Fear ain’t something I’ve felt in a long time. I mete out justice with my fists for the club. Fuckingkillfor my club. So no, there ain’t much I fear in this world.
Losing Karina? Fucking terrifies me.
A small voice inside me saysthis is why. This is why I shouldn’t ever have gotten involved with a bitch.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Karina
We’re notin the car very long before I conclude I’m in trouble. Logan won’t give me any details about where we’re going. He won’t talk to me at all.
We head southeast out of the city and I pay close attention so I’ll be able to tell Dante.
After driving for an hour and a half, I start squirming in my seat.
“Logan, I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Can’t you wait?”
“Uh, no.”
“We’ve got maybe another hour.”
I twist and make a show out of crossing my legs. “Definitely not.”
He blows out a breath. “Fine. There’s a rest stop coming up.”
