As I looked around, Mama Hen was finally carried inside and plopped next to me.
“Fix her now,” I demanded as she lay awkwardly on the couch.
The man huffed, but Jeannie walked over behind the sofa and pulled her until she was upright, her head rolling to the back of the sofa. She pressed a hand to her neck and shrugged. “She’s alive. They must have really rang her bell.”
A small sense of relief washed over me with that confirmation, but it was short lived. “Why even help her?” I asked.
Jeannie walked around and sat in the wingback. “Nostalgia, maybe?” She shrugged as she settled in. “Honestly, I sort of got used to her.”
“We’re going to prep the next group. We’ll leave some guards behind,” Leo said. “But have your shit ready, and don’t take your sweet time when one of them tells you it’s time to go.”
Jeannie’s jaw clenched again. But she didn’t argue, just glared at the man.
The man that brought me inside was lingering around and everyone else filed outside. Engines turned over before numerous doors closed and gravel crunched as they pulled away.
She sighed and pulled out her phone.
I glanced around, wondering if it was only the one man and her in here with us. It would be helpful to know how many were outside, too. Leo just said some. That could be ten or three. Three I could handle. Ten was questionable. Maybe if Mama Hen was awake, but as such, she seemed knocked out.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Jeannie said, not looking up from her phone.
“Would you like to chat?” I asked.
“I just assumed you’d be full of questions.” She finally put her phone down.
“You know what they say about assuming. And if anyone is full of anything, it’s you.”
She grinned. “Yeah, I’ve been full of Hawk several times.”
Rolling my eyes, I said sarcastically, “Oh no. My biker husband fucked women before he met me. Whatever shall I do?”
“Are you sure it was only before?”
“Jeannie, Gianna, whatever, obviously you need to talk. So fine. I’ll bite. Why? Why are we here?”
“He has a great cock,” she said with a smirk.
“Yes, he does. What is the point of trying to make me jealous? If I’m right, you plan to kill me soon, anyway. Which leads me back to why are we here? And I’ll go ahead and add a follow up of why haven’t you killed us yet?”
“You were a small, unexpected problem. But I was told to keep you alive. Apparently, my family still has a place for you.”
I blinked slowly as I stared at her. “I’m already married. And very well used at this point.”
Jeannie’s head cocked. “I wasn’t happy about it. And if I’m put in a position to save my own life, well, I’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission.”
“No marriage would be legal. And I’d die before I let you take me.”
“Oh, don’t worry. You won’t be married much longer. Well, do they consider widows still married?” She tapped herindex finger to her lips. “I think on paper not married, but maybe in your heart.”
“You’ll never kill Hawk,” I said, jutting my chin out.
“Nobody thought Raven could be killed, either. Not even him.”
My heart sped up. “It was you, then. You killed Raven?”
“Did I pull the trigger?” Her voice was almost playful. “No. I wasn’t in the car.”
“But you made sure it was done? Why? What does Destiny’s Enforcers have to do with the Martinellis?”
