Page 38 of Spook’s Honor

“I’ve got to go honey,” she looks up at me. Worry for the boys written all over her face. They’d started calling her mama a few days ago. Not sure who was more overwhelmed, Honor or me.

My phone beeps, and I step back helping her into the front of her SUV before taking it out of my pocket.

Ash: At the gate VP ready when you are.

Me: On their way.

“Ash is waiting for you at the gate,” I tell Honor, as I shut the door. She opens the window, and I lean in. “Love you, baby. Let me know as soon as you know what’s up with the boys.”

“I will,” she promises. Janis and Tru get in. It’s time. I’ve either got to cancel the meeting, or I need to let Honor go. Lowering my head, I kiss her hard. “Be safe. Any worries, you call right away. If you can’t get hold of me or Maverick, call Axle or Roman.”

“I will,” she promises, putting the vehicle in gear, and reversing off our drive.

I stand hands on my hips, watching my heart leave, my gut twisted into a tight knot.

“Fuck,” I whisper, raking my hands through my hair, as Maverick rides up the road towards me. I get on my ride starting it up before sliding my helmet on. Joining him, we ride to the clubhouse where Carnage is waiting. It’s a long ride and an even longer day. Fuck, scratch that, it’s been a long couple of days. Honor keeps me updated with messages about what’s happening with the boys. That goes a long way to making me feel a little better.

The boys are getting fluids and something stronger than the children’s meds we had on hand, to bring their temps down. They’ll be at the hospital for a few hours. Ash and Muppet both send me pictures of Honor, curled up on a bed, with both boys. All three are asleep.

Fucking love my brothers.

The meeting at the Grave Prowlers isn’t a long one, but it’s an important one. We have a new threat on the horizon. Just what we need. Fucking hell, if it’s not one thing, it’s another.

We don’t hang around after the meeting. Maverick smooths things over, not that Banshee seems concerned, but it’s always good to keep things cordial with our allies.

It’s late afternoon and we’re nearly home when the call comes through to Maverick. He pulls over into the closest gas station and answers the phone.

In my gut, I know it’s Honor.

Maverick doesn't hesitate to put the call on speaker so we can hear the information Janis is relaying.

Then, there she is. My heart stops when I hear the gunshots fired.

I expected panic. Fear. Anything but the steady calm in her voice when she said, “Love you, Luca. I’ll keep the boys safe, but you need to get your ass to us. Like yesterday.”

I’m nowhere near as calm as her as I shout back, already gunning my bike, that I love her and we’ll be there soon. I don’t know who called the rest of the brothers, only that they’re on the road. Axle’s leading them with Roman right behind him. He doesn’t slow or stop as they roar past us. I don’t blame him. I gun my bike and tear after them.

We pass Honor’s SUV, as it comes flying past us. Janis is driving, face pale, but determined. Remembering my Bluetooth I call Rowena who answers calmly, “Boss, want to tell me why you’re all going hell for leather.”

“No time. SUV coming your way, follow and cover. My boys are in there with Honor’s family. Keep them safe and escort them to the clubhouse.”

“On it.” she replies and ends the call.

We continue because Honor wasn’t in her SUV, so where the fuck is she.

Pride, anger, relief, and worry slam into me when we find her clearing the back of a shot-out vehicle on the side of the road. She’s filthy, bruised, and handling the gun in her hands like it’s an extension of herself.

And Jesus, if I had any doubts that Honor was made for me, they were put to rest there and then. My woman’s a warrior.

I take in the scene at-a-glance before I focus on getting to Honor.

There’s one guy dead, a hole between the eyes, and the other, an injured Muppet is holding down. I have no clue where Ash is.

Parking my ride, I dismount and run toward Honor, hugging her to me. My heart is beating so hard, I’m worried it’s going to jump out my chest. It’s only then that I realise I’m shaking, but so is she.

It doesn’t surprise me that her first thought is of the boys.

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