“In the cabin.”
“I’m coming to you.”
“Is that safe?”
“I have a gun and I know how to use it,” she tells me.
Of course she does. She probably has a fucking cannon ball and a semi-automatic.
“Okay,” I breathe. “Be careful.”
I hang up and then Declan is calling me. I answer quickly. “Dec!”
“Sis, are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine, there was this huge noise, it sounded like an explosion, Dec. Where are you?”
“I’m inside the clubhouse.”
All of the blood drains from my face—and most likely my body—as I place a hand on the wall to steady myself. “Get out of there, please. I can’t deal with you getting hurt.”
I know he won’t leave, but it’s worth a try. No matter what, Declan will always be my little brother no matter how old he gets.
It also slipped my mind he takes one of the rooms upstairs because he’s the newest recruit. Only patched members, and guests like us, get the fancy cabins.
“Can’t do that. I’ll be okay, just wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay.”
I hear shouting in the background.
“What’s going on?” I garble. “Are we under attack?”
His voice is muffled as he says something to someone, then comes back to me. “Stay put.”
“If anyone else tells me to stay put, I’ll smack them one!” I start, but I hear the urgency in his voice.
“Think it’s the Skeletons,” he goes on. “They threw a fuckin’ grenade at the gates. As far as we know, they didn’t penetrate, but it was a low act, even for them.”
The rival MC club. I’ve heard the boys talking about the Skeletons from time to time.
Oh, holy fuck!
Relief leaves my body that it wasn’t my potential assassins finding out where I was, but that quickly passes. This is serious shit.
“Why are they throwing grenades?” I place Dozer on the couch then begin to pace. “Are they fucking crazy?”
“Of course they’re fuckin’ crazy. Listen I gotta go, shit’s gettin’ real in here. I’ll be there when I can.”
“Are you sure they didn’t get inside?” I whisper, not wanting to really hear the answer.
“If they did, they’ll all be dead in the next few minutes. Stay inside, okay?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer and hangs up.
I pull the phone back from my ear as I stare at it. Momentarily, there’s a loud knock on the door and I jump in fright.
“Payden? It’s me!” Ivy calls as I run to the door, unlatch it and she dives inside, Chloe on her heels as they dash inside too, and I bolt the door again behind them.
“Holy shit!” Chloe, who’s clearly been running for her life, presses a hand to her chest. “Hollywood told me someone just blew the fucking gate up!”
“Hollywood?” Ivy and I say in unison, though hers is more of a ‘what the heck?’ and mine is a ‘who the hell is that?’
