Not that I could. Not right now anyway. Maybe when I had done this for Lucas, when we didn’t have the threat of violence hanging over us I could get back in touch with him. But until then I had to keep my shit away from his door.
“What is it you need me to do Lucas. I want this over with.” I swallowed hard around the lump of sick in my throat. “Jesus, it’s hot, are you hot?” I pulled the neckline of my t-shirt away from my clammy throat. Why was it so hot? It felt like my skin was on fire.
“Why don’t we go and get you some fresh air Darcie, you look like you are going to faint.”
I didn’t want him to touch me but I was grateful when his arm came down around my waist. He held me upright as he made his way out of the hotel he was staying at.
The cool breeze was welcome but did little to cool me down. I felt drunk, and not in a good way. Even my thoughts felt fuzzy.
“Just a little bit further.”
“Lucas what…” My words were slurred. “What’s going on?” I tried to focus on the black car that had pulled up in front of us. “Lucas, did you put something in my drink?” I could feel myself losing consciousness. Blackness had started to eat up my vision.
“Is this her?” A heavily accented voice spoke from the dark confines of the back seat.
“Yes, she won’t be missed. I’ve made sure of that.”
“Good.”
“Are we even then? I told you she was worth the money.”
I could barely follow the conversation. It was like I was no longer in control of my own body, but I could still feel. Lucas’ hands were hard as he forced me into the back of the car. The leather was cold against my skin. My head fell back like I was boneless.
“Yeah we are even. Make sure we don’t see your face again Lucas. Otherwise not even selling your pretty girlfriend will save you.”
The car door slamming made me jump but I couldn’t move, I couldn’t fight. It was like I was trapped in my own body. All I could do was sit there as the car pulled away with tears falling down my face.
Chapter Twenty Four
Havoc
There were too many people milling about in my house. Their loud voices pierced my brain, bringing me back to reality when all I wanted to do was forget. It seemed that most of the Savage Sons were in my living room talking loudly and arguing with each other. Maggie had called them in and of course, they had come.
The damn club would do just about anything for my grandmother. Partly through respect; she had been a fixture in their lives for years, and partly because everyone was a little scared of her. They didn’t call her Mayhem Maggie for no reason.
With them all being here, and Darcie’s name being spoken every other word it was impossible to forget her. And not even the drink was helping. The one time that being able to handle my liquor was a curse.
Darcie had left me. She hadn’t said goodbye she had just snuck out like a thief in the night
She had… I slammed my closed fist down onto the wooden countertop, loud enough that the talking in the next room fell silent. Sighing heavily I headed in that direction, pausing in the doorway. All eyes turned towards me and every face was lined with worry as they stared back at me.
“Look...” I started to say and froze. There was something in the way they were looking at me that caused butterflies to take flight in my stomach. “I know you are worried about me but I’m fine.” I finally said. “ Or at least I would be fine if everyone would go and leave me in peace.”
Behind Fang’s back, I heard Maggie grumble but it was my president himself that turned his steely eyes on me. “We aren’t worried about you asshole, we are worried about Darcie.”
I did a double-take at his words. “You barely know her.” I half-whispered. “Why would you worry about a girl you don’t know?”
Fang waved my words away like they meant nothing. “You barely know her and you’re half in love with her. Or so Maggie says anyway.”
“I’m not half in love with her.”
“No, you’re not.” Maggie’s small frail frame moved around Fang’s back, her movements steady and sure for someone her age. “You’re all the way in love with her. Everyone can see it but you.”
I opened my mouth to deny it and then shut it again with a snap as she glared up at me.
“If you weren’t in love with her then you wouldn’t be acting like this Liam.” Her use of my real name made me pause. “And even if you weren’t, are you really telling me that after trying to protect the girl, you are ok with her running off and putting herself into harm’s way now?” Her eyes searched my face. “Where’s Havoc, my hero? Has he drowned in that bottle yet?”
“She wanted to go home, she’s probably already on a flight.” The thought of her in the air, already miles away from me, had my stomach churning.
