“She does,” he said. “I’m not telling it to you.”
I pulled my blade out of my holster and closed the distance between us. Pulling a weapon on him in this clubhouse was a mistake, one I was happy to make if it meant I got answers.
“Kendrick…”
“I don’t give a fuck…tell me where the hell she is or tell me who the fuck knows.”
Wolf nodded and I backed up. “She asked to be dropped off in Naas. At a correctional facility.”
The air left my lungs quickly and I stumbled back. How the hell did she know? She knew? Is that why she hadn’t come to me…she thought of me as trash just like him.
“Whatever she wants to do there, I don’t know, but she was insistent to be taken there and not here.”
“‘Who the fuck is your contact?” I asked again, fresh anger piling onto me like I was about to lose control.
“You don’t need to know her. She’s gone. She won’t be back here again.”
I left it like that. He was right. I don’t need to know. I needed to get to Naas so I could find her and explain what I’d been keeping from her. I had no idea how she could possibly know about my Dad, I’d left that little tidbit out, but I had told her about Naas.
Heading back into the clubhouse bar, I saw everyone looking at me. I knew I was a madman right now, and thankfully that meant everyone would keep their distance. It was probably best.
It felt like I was losing my goddamn mind.
“Church,” Ace called out. I stood, my hands on my hips, trying to calm the fuck down as the brothers filed in. Fury grabbed me by the neck and hauled me inside, probably realising I was about to take off.
“What’s going on?” Ace asked me. Everyone turned to me. “You need time?”
“I need…fuck…I don’t know what I need.”
“It’s clear she means something to you,” Ace said. I looked up, noticing how blurry he was. Was I fucking crying? In fucking church?
“She chose not to come home.”
“Take a week off,” Ace ordered. “You know how you like to camp under the stars when you need time. Do that. It’s not a request, Kendrick.”
Shit.
Every fucker was dropping my name now.
I nodded once and headed outside before I let them all know just how fucking whipped I’d become.
No one followed me. No one dared to.
I jumped on my bike, looking back at the clubhouse and my home for a moment to gather my thoughts. Fuck. There was only one place that could give me answers right now. I headed to the only place I swore I’d never go again.
Naas Correctional Facility.
Darby
A few days later
It had taken me all of fifteen minutes of threatening to rid Viper of his balls for him to give me the information I needed and to confiscate his phone so he didn’t warn Rebel. The code to the door worked and I pushed the door open to the same smells I knew came from his cooking. He was here, or he had been earlier. I sucked in a deep breath and moved down the hall. I’d been at war with myself over the last couple of days, ever since I’d gone to Naas instead of coming here.
I wondered if he hated me for it.
The house was quiet as I moved down the hallway, peeking in at his bedroom but it was empty. The room looked vacant, like it had been made into a guest room. Moving down the rest of the hallway, I entered the kitchen. It was spotless, no sign of him here at all.
Fuck.
