“That you want your sister who you barely acknowledged to be home with you…even I’m not naive enough for that.”
He grunted but didn’t say anything, keeping his eyes on the road. I could feel the tears burning in my eyes. My fantasy of hearing Rebel’s bike coming up behind the car was quickly fading. What if he’d passed out with a concussion? What if he was…
No.
I refused to believe he was gone.
“I can’t believe you want to stay with that bastard. Rebel…how can you trust him over your own family? After what his father did to his?”
My head snapped to the side. How could he know about Rebel’s history and I don’t?
“He didn’t tell you…typical. He was using you, Darby. He wanted in your pants and you gave it to him. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”
I recoiled at the insinuation I was just like my mother. I hated that woman, and I hated that she left me with them. She knew what would happen to me…she knew what they intended to do because she’d seen it with Shona. All she cared about was her next high…so much so that she handed me over to a biker just for a hit while he leered at me and checked me out. I was thirteen at the time and I knew exactly how dangerous of a situation I was in.
Luckily, Keefe found me in time and hid me away until it was safe for me.
But it had never been safe.
Not really.
That’s when I had chosen to harden myself against everything. I acted like a naive girl because it meant I wasn’t taken seriously and I could find things outwithout anyone noticing. I had turned it into my super power.
But Rebel had seen through it.
The only one who made me feel like I was something more than what I appeared, and I knew…damn it, I knew I’d fallen for him. I could feel it in my gut and in the way I gave myself over to save him.
“How do you know about Kendrick?”
Riagan scoffed. “Kendrick Quinn is the son of Thomas Quinn…the murderer. He killed his wife, then killed his sisters-in-law and his mother-in-law.”
I gasped, only because I had no clue who Thomas Quinn was. No wonder Kendrick didn’t talk about his family…only his grandmother. I knew Riagan was trying to get me to see there was no hope that Rebel would come after me, that he didn’t care, but he didn’t know what I experienced. He didn’t see the way Rebel was with me…how he cooked for me…he shared things about growing up with his grandmother, he laid next to me all night and made sure I was okay after night terrors, even if he didn’t sleep at all.
Kendrick was not his father.
He was my saviour in so many ways.
I knew it was only a matter of time.
He would come for me.
I had to believe that.
EIGHT
Rebel
Fury and Viper stood around me in the hospital. I had wires attached to my arms and a hydration bag. Waking up in this damned bed had been frightening, and then it all came back to me. It had taken three of them to hold me down until I could be sedated.
Now, I was coming back around but as I looked up at them, it was obvious with the expressions they were giving what they needed to tell me. They just didn’t know how to say it.
“Where is she?” I croaked. My throat was dry, like I hadn’t eaten or had any water for days.
“We don’t know,” Fury said. “He took her and has evaded every major city we have lookouts in. They haven’t hit Belfast yet though.”
“That’s not good,” I said, grabbing the water Viper held out to me and sipping it. I cleared my now refreshed throat. “Do we have lookouts in Belfast?”
“Yes, Wolf is there, waiting for them.”
