Anchor stared down at her for a long second before dragging both hands through his hair roughly.“Can shit just ever be fucking easy around here?”he snapped.
“Nope,” Piney muttered.
Prime crouched beside McKayla carefully and checked her pulse himself even though I already had.“She’s out cold,” he said.
“Yeah.No shit,” I grunted.
Prime ignored me and looked up at Anchor.“What are we going to do?”
Piney barked out a humorless laugh.“You know as soon as she wakes up she’s gonna run straight to the cops.”
Anchor’s expression hardened instantly.“We aren’t going to let that happen.”
Silence settled heavily over the dock.The lake water slapped softly against the pilings beneath us.Above the trees, the haunted house lights flickered as the last groups of tourists filtered toward the exit bridge.
Anchor shifted his attention to me, then nodded toward McKayla.“Pick her up and bring her.”
I frowned.“Bring her?”
Anchor nodded once.“She wanted on Skull Island,” he said coldly.“Well now she’s not going to leave it.”
Chapter Two
McKayla
Every sound felt far away, like I was stuck underwater.My body felt heavy like someone had poured concrete into my veins while I slept.
I didn’t open my eyes, but I didn’t think I could if I tried.
My head throbbed.Sharp pulses radiated through the back of my skull every few seconds, each one making my stomach twist harder.Even breathing felt wrong.The air was cold and smelled strange.Like wet stone and bleach.
Where the hell was I?
I tried to move my hand and immediately regretted it.Pain shot through my neck and across my shoulders.A small groan slipped out of me before I could stop it.
There was the faint hum of electricity somewhere nearby and water.
I could hear water dripping.
Somewhere in the distance.
My brain tried to catch up, but the thoughts moved too slowly.I stayed still and tried to remember.
I had been at the hotel.The cheap one about fifteen minutes from the bridge leading to Skull Island.The place had scratchy blankets, suspicious carpet stains, and a coffee maker that looked like it might electrocute somebody.
I’d been there for four nights.Four nights of staring at the ceiling and getting absolutely nowhere.
Four nights of calling hospitals, local police departments, county dispatch, shelters, and anyone else who might have seen my sister.I didn’t learn a damn thing from any of them.
There was just one group of people I had talked to that seemed to know something, and that road led back to Skull Island.
Back to the Kings of Anarchy.
I swallowed hard against the dryness in my throat.
The damn motorcycle club.Even thinking about them made irritation flare through the pounding ache in my skull.The first time I showed up at the island, I’d gone in too hot, too fast.I knew that now.
I had walked in accusing, demanding answers, and threatening them with the cops.Not exactly the best way to get a bunch of giant bikers to cooperate.
