“Sorry,” Drake looked outside the window, and horror laced through me. Drakeneverapologised.
“That’s proof right there!” I blurted. “You said sorry. You never admit you’re in the wrong. Not openly.”
“Okay, Phoe, fine! I’m going to see your specialist, aren’t I?” Drake hissed.
“Only because I basically kidnapped you,” I muttered and bounced as the plane landed. “We have a car service booked.”
I stood as the air hostess released the ladder and walked down it. Drake was at my heels. A car was parked up waiting, and the pilot brought our bags down. I gave him and the team a healthy tip and told them to charge rooms overnight to us. I was unsure how long this would take.
Drake’s animation wore off, and he was listlessly gazing out of the window as we drove through Portsmouth, towards the address Belladonna had sent me. Whatever was bothering Drake went deeper than depression; it had to. I wouldn’t believe anything different.
We passed through some gates, and I stared with interest at the Royal Harlots MC clubhouse. It wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. A huge, restored and converted warehouse stood a short distance away. There were bikes lined up outside, which obviously belonged to the Royal Harlots. Then there was a large double doorway with a cute bell pull. Someone was whimsical.
Drake and I got out, and the driver parked close. The building was massive, and it struck me how many windows there were. They’d clearly updated and spent a shitload of money doing so. I yanked on the bell and was delighted when a loud dong peeled out. Moments later, the door opened, and I blinked.
A woman wearing a short leather nun’s outfit gazed at us.
“Well, he is as handsome as gossip says, and you’re gorgeous in a good-girl way,” she stated.
“Okay?” I replied, a little taken aback and amused.
“I’m Nun. Guess you’re Phoe and Drake. Come on in, then. Bells and Stitch are waiting.”
“Thanks,” I said, following her in. Drake hesitated with a frown.
“Scared?” Nun taunted.
In the past, Drake would have squared his shoulders and walked straight in. Instead, he backed off. “Not doing this,” he muttered. Before I could stop him, Drake started jogging away, a blank expression on his face.
“What the hell?” I gasped. Nun stared between the two of us as she peeled a banana and began eating it. “Drake!” I called, but he didn’t look back.
“Stop him!”a woman screeched from inside. A different woman screamed, and a multitude of things happened. Several women rushed out from inside. The first flung her hand out, and Drake skidded to a halt as a huge black monster appeared before him. He moved quickly backwards, staring at the creature as a second member threw ice from her hands, freezing his feet to the ground.
The third was beside the others one moment and then in front of Drake the next. Her fist swung out and caught Drake on the jaw. Drake blinked as his eyes went unfocused, and then, moments later, he collapsed, holding his head as a fourth staggered out holding her head. A tall woman wearing a president’s patch supported her.
“Drake!” I cried and began racing towards him. I’d no idea what craziness I’d brought him to, but hell to the no!
“Phoenix, Drake is fine. Belladonna knocked him out!” Nun called after me.
“You’re all batshit crazy,” I shouted and dropped to my knees next to Drake. The monster disappeared as they approached.
“Belladonna, what the fuck?” Sparrow demanded. She was the one who teleported—and the VP, considering the patches. She actuallyteleported!
Sapphire, still supporting Belladonna, came close. “I know what’s happening to Drake,” Belladonna gasped, decidedly pale and holding my gaze.
“What?”
“Somebody is psychically attacking him,” Belladonna whispered.
“What?” I demanded.
“Let’s take this inside. Sparrow, can you bring him? Phoenix has already seen what you can do,” Sapphire said calmly. “I’m Sapphire, President of the Portsmouth Chapter.”
“Would someone please explain what just happened and what Belladonna means?” I pleaded as Drake suddenly rose into the air. I gasped and tried to grab him.
“Phoenix. Sparrow has telekinesis and teleportation powers. Come with us, we’ll explain everything,” Sapphire ordered, but not unkindly.
“Fine,” I said, shaken. This was beyond my comfort zone.
