“Not sure.” One thing about my brother, he’s honest as shit, and if he doesn’t believe something, he doesn’t bullshit. “With all that Kinley’s been through, she’s gonna close herself off. She ain’t gonna talk to anyone that was once close to her. Hell, for all we know, she could blame the club for this happening to her. Could even blame Evelin.”
Shit, he’s right. With everything she’s endured at the hands of those fuckers who took her, she could definitely put the blame on us. We failed her in the worst way possible. But something we can do for her is make things right. Find those bastards and end their insufferable lives for daring to fuck with one of our own. It’s something I’ll see to happening sooner rather than later. I’m not letting up the search now that we have her back.
I start to say just that to my brothers when my phone pings with a text. Lifting it, I see it’s Coarse, the prospect I left McKenna’s.
Opening the message, I feel my anger rising.
Coarse:She left the house and went to town. Picked up a tail.
Me:Where is she at now?
I don’t like this shit. I knew McKenna would be trouble just as I called her.
Coarse:We’re in Smithfield. Outside some shops. Looks like she’s decided to do some shopping.
Me:Stay on her. If the tail confronts her, intervene. I’m on my way.
“I’m heading out,” I tell the others, getting to my feet.
“Need someone to go with you?” Hotshot asks.
“If you’re riding, come on, but I’m heading to get Trouble and bring her ass to the clubhouse.”
Fucking trouble.
I don’t know what tail she’s picked up, but damn if I’m going to let something happen to her. The last thing I need is for her tobe in my area and for her boss to find out she was in my sister’s place and I didn’t protect her. I don’t need this shit. Not with everything going on.
Heading out of the clubhouse, I stalk to my bike, ready to get this shit on the road.
Next time I tell her she’s going to do something, I’m gonna make sure she does just that.
SEVEN
MCKENNA
I love shopping. It’s usually one of the best ways to get my mind off things when I’m stressed or even worried about things going on.
Worried, it’s an understatement. All I keep thinking about is the haunted look that Kinley had in her eyes. I wanted to know what happened to her.
Under all the grit and grim, I could tell she was a beautiful woman. Then there was the way the men had reacted to her being there.
It’d been intense.
Thankfully, I wasn’t forced to go with them, and Heat bought the fact I used Leon as an excuse. I did call Leon back, and he hadn’t been happy I hung up on him the way I did, but he’ll get over it. Eventually, I’m going to have to tell him about the reasons I left town. Especially considering the text I got yesterday.
Gods know. It’s only been a little over twenty-four hours since I got to town, yet it feels so much longer than it really has.
Slapping clothes hangers together, I’m not even paying attention to the clothes I’m looking through. My head is full of everything that happened today.
Mostly it’s full of Heat and those beautiful blue eyes. I close my eyes, and I see them. How is it possible for a man to have such striking eyes that could see straight through me?
“McKenna?”
I stiffen at the sound of my name. Mostly the voice of the man it belongs to. “Rashon. What are you doing here?”
Panic starts to seep in. How is he in the area? Did he follow me? Could he be the one who hit my house and forced me to run?
“I’m from here,” Rashon says, shrugging. “I’m here visiting family.”
