Autumn arrived quickly, urged on by Deeks who’d been with her at their home. I’d left Sloane with Kenny in my room. He was sitting on the bed, and whether it complicated matters or not, she was curled in his lap, her face buried in his chest, intermittent weeping in waves while I paced the hall outside in agitation. This was the first time I’d seen Sloane this broken since Tate had brought her into our lives. She hadn’t been happy when Howard had first married Maisey. I doubted anyone would be, but there had never been an emotional break like the one she was currently in the throes of, and I was unprepared and under qualified to help her.
I was out of my depth, and I was grateful to Drew for recognizing that fact. I’d been through some crap in my life, but this… I had no kind of experience to draw from to ever begin to make this right, let alone make Sloane feel better about the traumatic experience. Drew had left to find Sutton, which gave us some time to fix our attention on Sloane and maybe even attempt to get some more answers from her before she completely clammed up.
I stepped into Autumn’s embrace the moment she was away from the main room, and she reciprocated in turn, amaternal sigh falling from her mouth as she held me close and offered that reassurance only someone who had really lived could give you.
“How bad?” she asked, pushing her cheek out for Deeks to kiss as he squeezed my hand.
“I’m pretty sure it’s worse than she’s told us, but not as bad as it could have been.” I stepped away and nodded to Deeks in thanks before he went to help put fires out in other areas. I was pretty sure we’d have to keep an eye on Kenny if he had any idea of who was behind all this shit.
“Jesus.” Autumn nodded and looped her arm through mine, stopping at the door to watch the interaction between Kenny and Sloane. If she thought anything of it, she never said a word, and her face gave away nothing. Then again, when you’d been in the club life as long as she had, I was pretty sure that nothing really surprised you anymore.
“What do you need?” I asked in a whisper.
“We need to get Kenny away for now. As much as she’s clinging to him, she needs to feel safe if she’s going to talk. Sloane isn’t a stupid kid. She knows the consequences if she tells any of these boys what they want to know. You get him out and come back with a shot of the best scotch they have. Not whiskey, or gut rot—scotch.”
When I gave her a strange look, her eyes lit with sad humor.
“Trust me. You’re gonna want to give Kenny some, too. He looks like he needs it.”
I nodded in comprehension and pushed the door fully open, smiling sadly at Kenny as his eyes lifted to meet mine. I could see the resistance to abandon his post behind his brown eyes. This was going to be a battle, but one I would have towin because that was what was best for Sloane.
“Kenny.”
“Ayda,” he challenged, eyes still burning with impotent rage.
“Can I see you outside for a moment?”
“But—”
I shook my head the smallest amount and gave him the look I’d been giving Tate to let him know I wasn’t fucking around.
He shifted Sloane in his arms, but her small, sleepy whimper made him freeze again. He hadn’t been moving to follow me out, but her reaction hadn’t endeared him to my request either. “Can’t it wait?”
“No. It can’t. Do you honestly think I would do anything that would hurt her more than she already has been?”
Kenny raised one of his odd brows and shook his head with a sigh of resignation. The battle had, thankfully, been a short one, and from Autumn’s squeeze on my forearm, I’d said the right thing with my reassurances. Whether or not we liked this new relationship, he cared, and that wasn’t a bad thing.
Kenny waited for Autumn to enter the room and gently slid Sloane to the bed as he relinquished his spot to the older woman. He watched as her hands calmly ran through the strands of Sloane’s tangled hair where it was now spread out on the pillow. After a last lingering look, Kenny balled his fists and followed me out of the room and toward the almost empty bar.
I wasn’t sure why The Hut was so quiet today, but it was almost like the Hounds had sensed the mood and stayed away. The quiet was unsettling, but I, for one, was grateful for the idle atmosphere. There were fewer ears to hear, fewer eyesto watch, and fewer mouths to spread this already impossible news.
Stepping behind the bar, I pulled two of the tumblers out from beneath the counter before dragging one of the bottles ofGlenfiddichfrom the top shelf and filling both glasses with an inch of the amber liquid. I slid one to Kenny before replacing the bottle and watched him knock it back with a nod of satisfaction.
“What the fuck happened?” he asked quietly, spinning the glass on the counter, barely able to contain his explosive mood. I could see the pressure building as his eyes darkened. I’d seen the same thing in Tate and Drew too much not to recognize it.
“She didn’t talk?”
Kenny shook his head and dropped his chin to his chest, infuriated eyes on the alcohol sliding down the walls of the glass. “She wouldn’t say anything, just wrapped herself around me and held on tight. I’ve never seen anyone that broken before, Ayda, and in this life, with some of the shit we do, that fucking scares me.”
I leaned on the bar, my forearms holding me up as I watched his despondency accumulate. Everything had happened so quickly in that room once Slater and the others had rushed in, I hadn’t even thought about how little Kenny knew about the situation. With another moment’s thought, I pushed from the bar and grabbed the bottle again, this time half filling Kenny’s glass and leaving the bottle out.
“All we know right now is that Sloane was attacked and some things went down without her consent.”
The smack of the stool hitting the floor of the bar echoed through the empty room, making the sound harsh and brutal.The thud of Kenny’s fists on the counter top didn’t help my sudden jumpiness either. I admonished myself for the delivery before covering his fists with my hands and letting the weight of them hold him in place.
“We don’t know all of the details. That’s why Autumn’s here. She’s good with people. We don’t know who did this, or how bad it is, and your anger isnotgoing to help the situation. Please, Kenny, be the person who is safe for her to be with. If she thinks for a second you’re going to react, that any of us will go out there and make matters worse, she will lock down and we will lose the person she is.”
“You can’t ask me to just ignore this. I… I care about her.”
