McKenna sucks in a breath, slumps her shoulders, and drops her gaze.
“At first, I thought it was just some joke. Someone leaving notes on my car. Then on my door at home. After a while, the notes turned to items being placed in my car or on my front step. It escalated to text messages and phone calls.”
The more she talks about it, going into detail about what was in the notes, what the items are, there’s no way in hell it could be viewed as a joke.
“Then I started feeling like someone was following me. The other night, I got home and found my place trashed, with the writing on the wall, I flipped out. I called Hel, then I left, came here, though she’d suggested it after I didn’t want to go stay with her.” McKenna sucks in a breath and finishes, “Yesterday, after getting here, and well, before the flat tire, I got another text message. This one saaying I couldn’t hide.”
“That’s why you were refusing to come to the clubhouse,” I mutter, seeing her reasoning. She wasn’t trying to bring her troubles to the club.
McKenna nods and tries to get up. “I can’t stay here, and I won’t let my troubles become someone else’s. It’s not that big of a deal. I’ve dealt with stalkers before, eventually, they always go away.”
“That’s not true, and you know it,” I grunt, letting her up, but only to be able to twist and turn her on my lap so she’s cradled.
“You know, Mick, if you would’ve just come to me in the first place, we could’ve dealt with this all before it escalated,” Leon grumbles. “But I know you better than that. So damn soft-hearted and trusting of others.”
“I am not,” McKenna snaps, her gaze whipping in the direction of the other man. “I just don’t like jumping to conclusions and pointing fingers. I don’t know who it is, and if I did, then I would have told you. I can’t accuse someone of stalking me.”
“Hate to break it to you, McKenna, but that’s the thing about stalkers, you don’t know who they are until they want you too,” Fire mutters.
“Well, still, I wasn’t being soft-hearted or stupid about keeping this to myself.”
“No one called you stupid, Trouble,” I tell her.
“Whatever,” she mutters and twists her head back to me. “Let me go so I can leave now.”
“Already told you, you’re not going anywhere, and you damn well know why.”
She grew up around Gods and learned about the fate of those around her. For that matter, she grew up with her godmother being the Goddess of Death, so she should understand it better than anyone what the connection we both felt was when I had my mouth on hers.
As soon as I get inside her, that bond will seal itself, linking us in a way that can never be broken.
My cock twitches at the thought. The rest of me, however, is unsure of whether this is a good thing or not. I never wanted a woman who was solely mine. I was good with being by myself, not worrying about claiming a woman as mine. Yet, this woman, in only twenty-four hours, has consumed me.
TEN
MCKENNA
“McKenna?” A beautiful woman, very pregnant, I might add, calls my name a smile on her face.
“That’s me.” I smile.
“I’m Evelin,” she introduces herself. It’s nice to put a face to the name, finally.
I giggle, nodding. “You’re right, it is.”
“Fire told me you were here before they sequestered themselves away in church.” Evelin takes a seat next to me. “I was in Kinley’s room.”
“Is she okay?”
I wanted to see Kinley, but I didn’t know if she’d want to see me. I’m a stranger to her. It didn’t matter if I was the one who found her or not.
“She’s sleeping now,” Evelin says, placing a hand on her stomach. “Hotshot gave her a sedative to help her sleep and rest.”
“That’s good.” I nod, not knowing what else to say.
Though Evelin didn’t have any issue speaking, “Kinley is my best friend. A sister, even. We grew up together. It’s because of me she was taken in the first place.”
“How was it your fault? You didn’t take her.”
