“Escape?From where?”Stone chimes in asking.
I release a heavy sigh and ache when my shoulders drop downward.
“The Fellowship…”
I spend the next little bit while Melissa sews me up telling them about the church and what it has transformed into over the years.I tell them briefly about my mission trip skimming over the horrible events that happened there.By the time I finish telling them about what transpired yesterday, Melissa is all done, but the men are boiling with rage.
“This cult’s been right under our noses for years,” Stone states as he stares at the white walls contemplating something.“Are there any big names involved with them?Mayor or Councilmen?”
“I’m not sure.I’ve been gone for four years.The only one Papa has ever mentioned was the mayor, but it sounded like after the carnival they cut ties with him.”
“Wait, so the lady that does the stuff with Carly is not your mom?”Raegan asks.
“Karen is not my mom.That woman is just as evil as the rest of them,” I confirm.“I’ve been trying to locate my mama since I’ve been back.It’s the only reason I’ve stayed as long as I have.Once I found her, I was going to leave and get us out of here and out of their clutches.”
“Well, now you have us to do that,” Stone utters.
“I can’t stay here.They’ll never let me walk away,” I reveal and see the sun peeking out.“Once they realize I’ve taken one of their cars, they’ll track me.I’ve gotta get a head start if I want to have a chance.”
“Hand me the keys,” Stone demands forcefully, and I almost jump at the command.Pulling them from the pocket of my skirt, I place them in his outstretched palm.Once his fingers wrap around them, he strides out and yanks the man standing outside the door down the hallway.
“Everything will be just fine, honey,” Melissa tells me.
“You’re coming home with me,” Beckett growls.
“I won’t put Zane or you in danger of what The Fellowship might do.The MC will be the first place they look, once they know I’m gone,” I say.
“Isn’t the house down the street from us open?The one that backs up to your house?”Raegan asks Beckett.“She’d be surrounded by MC, but they’d never think to look at a house nearby.You can access her through the back fence.We can leave a dummy car out front to make it seem like the old renters are still there.”
“I don’t want to put any of you out,” I try to say, but apparently I’m not part of this discussion.
“I’ll have Martha come and go out the front of the house as if she’s the one living there,” Beckett says.
“It could work,” Raegan agrees, and they both nod.
“Call Martha and have her meet me at the store so that I can get her all the supplies to apply on her wounds for the next week or so,” Melissa pipes in, and my head bounces back and forth at their conversation as if I’m not sitting next to them.
The door opens again, and Stone bounds in with my bag from the car over his shoulder.
“The car is heading north and being dumped at the Kansas-Nebraska state line,” he tells us.“We need to get you somewhere safe.”The three of them fill Stone in on their plan and he nods.
“Sutton needs to rest, and Raegan, you need to do the same.Let’s get these girls home and tucked in,” Melissa says heading out of the room to locate Raegan’s discharge papers.
I hope I’m not making a mistake staying here.The last thing I’d ever want is to put innocent lives in danger.
We’re sitting around at church two days later talking about the cult in town.Had I not gotten back early from our last minute run to Tucson, I might’ve missed Sutton.The vision of the bloody stripes across her back makes my body rage and want to kill a motherfucker.
“So The Fellowship Church in town is a front?”Reaper asks.
“According to Sutton it is,” I say.
“Should we inform Sheriff Turner or do you think he knows?”Brass, our road captain, questions.
“Not sure,” Stone ponders for a second.“Doesn’t make sense that he’d be on board with something like that.”
Around the table the brothers mumble in agreeance.
“Hawk, dive in and see what you can find.We need to do this quietly, not to spook anyone.The last thing we need is for someone to find out and put a tip in to the Feds and have a Waco situation up our asses,” Stone says.
