I waited.
Then called her again.
No fucking answer.
I growled.
Then I looked for her.
Nothing.
I sighed as I drove to the clubhouse four hours later.
Then I climbed out of my truck and stalked into the building.
Chin lifts greeted me from my brothers.
I checked my phone to see if Kimber reached out to me.
And nothing.
I sighed.
Just then, the door to the clubhouse banged open and there Kacie stood.
She looked for me, and so I stood up.
Her eyes came to me, unclear, glassy, fucking hell.
She was right.
Fuck me.
Kacie stumbled her way to me.
“I need some money,” Kacie hurriedly said.
I crossed my arms over my chest and asked, “How much?”
“Ten grand. I want to get out of here,” she said as she fidgeted and then scratched at the skin on her forearms.
“No. You need it to pay off your drug dealer.” I heard my woman’s voice.
And something about it made the hairs on the back of my nape stand up.
And when I got a good look at her.
Blood roared in my ears.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I roared as I stepped around my sister and moved to Kimber.
I brought my hand up to cup the side of her face.
It was bright red.
She flinched, then she snapped, “Don’t fucking touch me.”
“Kimber...” the fact that she wouldn’t let me touch her, gutted me.
