Rock frowns at me, looking over his shoulder at the test resting on the table.
Red stands, picking it up and pushing it to my chest. “No, Drifter. It’s your fucking wife’s test,” she hisses. “The woman you’re supposed to love and cherish is having your fucking child after all these years, and when she rushed to tell you, what did she find? You shagging a whore.”
My heart rips in my chest. The pain is almost physical as I clutch the test tightly in my grasp. “Where the fuck is she?” I demand.
Red shrugs like she couldn’t give two fucks I’m falling apart. She sits back down, ignoring me. I look across at Bella. Her eyes are full of disappointment, and she just shakes her head.
“Tell me where the fuck she’s gone,” I yell.
“More than likely as far away from you as she can get,” Red grits out.
“You expect me to believe she hasn’t told you where she’s going?”
“If she wanted to escape and didn’t want you knowing, why the hell would she tell us? She knows you’ll just get your brothers to hound us.”
“She can’t be out there alone, Red. Fuck!”
I run out to the front gates and shout across the yard. “Slayer, has Hell left the compound?”
He shakes his head. “No, Pres, but we all know she has ways of getting out of here without being seen.”
“I need the tyre changed on my bike now,” I order.
“Pres, what about the gate?—”
“Now!”
ROCHELLE
I half expected to get caught as I snuck out the window. I thought Drifter might have come rushing after me, to try to explain or at least fucking beg me to forgive him. But I slipped out unnoticed, like I’ve done a thousand times before.
My mobile vibrates in my back pocket, and I slide it out, seeing Drifter’s name.
I cancel the call, wondering if he feels embarrassed to have me sneak out again under his watch or whether he feels obligated to find me.
Now, I have to figure out where the fuck I’m going to go. My entire life is back there at the clubhouse. I don’t have friends outside of it, so it’s not like I can crash on someone’s sofa for a few nights.
I unlock my phone and open Google. There has to be somewhere nearby I can stay until I get back on my feet. I pull up hotels, silently praying Drifter doesn’t freeze our joint account.
The low rumble of motorcycles sounds behind me, and I whip around, ready to fight him on this. There’s no way I’m going back to pretend I didn’t just walk in on him getting his fill from someone else.
But the words die in my throat.
It’s not him.
It’s the Steel Delinquents.
The colour drains from my face. I turn back quickly, picking up my pace, praying they don’t recognise me from the other night. My hands tremble as I shove my phone into my pocket. My stomach twists violently, dread seeping into every nerve in my body.
Jesus, I’m walking out on one fucking prick and straight into the hands of another.
Reaper’s motorcycle slows beside me then stops. He jumps off and speed walks to stop in front of me.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.” He tips his head to one side, smirking. “Drifter should really take better care of his ol’ lady.”
My mouth goes dry, and my eyes dart around, looking for anything I can use to make my getaway. His smirk widens. “You shouldn’t be walking round this part of town, my darlin’. A pretty little thing like you could get hurt.”
Reaper circles me as his men gather around us.
