Page 21 of Serpentine
Not since Braxton stole me.
But I have a feeling it won’t be that way for long.
EIGHT
MILES
“What the fuck do you mean, she’s gone?” I shout again, ripping across the clubhouse at full speed toward the bedroom.
“I don’t know how else to tell you she’s gone, Pres,” Sully signs, shrugging at me as he backs up to the hallway wall, giving me a wide berth.
The window is open, curtains blowing in the wind. Her handcuffs are lying on the bed.
Fuck, the other key!
“Goddamnit! I didn’t take the other key away from Brax!”
“Is this going to be a problem? We won’t have to go after him, are we? Because I’m going to be honest with you, I’ve seen him hitting the punching bag of his, and I don’t want to be on the other end of it,” Blaze admits.
Any other day, it would be funny.
I snarl, moving into the hall and punching a hole through the drywall.
“Isn’t that Brax now?” Kylo announces, and my boots move me outside before my brain can register we’re on the warpath.
“Braxton Bardot! You disobeyed a direct fucking order!” I shout, roaring louder than his bike.
He slows to a stop, and I spot her on the back of his bike, clinging to him. A beast in my chest rears its jealous head, green flames billowing off it.
“I did no such thing. Well, I guess I did, but I needed answers about what I’d found online. I needed to know who the fuck we had in our clubhouse.”
The entirety of our club’s inner circle stands, surrounding us, all looking at me. It’s going to be ugly, and with her in tow.
“Blaze,” I nod toward the woman, “lock her back up.”
She takes Brax’s helmet off, and fuck if the one swift action doesn’t have me wishing it was my helmet she’s slipping out of. A look passes between them, and Brax lifts a finger and grins, running the tip over his lip.
Oh, I’m beating the fuck out of him tonight.
“Please, don’t lock me up again. I’ll behave. I won’t run. I don’t have anywhere to run to if I’m honest with you,” she begs, handing the helmet over to Brax and coming straight to me.
She knows who’s in charge, then.
That makes the monster simmer some. Purr, even.
“We’re supposed to take your word for it?” I ask, looking down at her as she bites her full bottom lip, looking over toward her savior as he tousles his hair which is already fucked from riding without his helmet.
The rain had stopped, and they were dry enough. When I look down, however, I glimpse her bare feet.
I look toward my brother, and he shrugs. “Well, what else are you going to do? Lock her away the entire time she’s here?”
I have no clue when we’ll be ready to move in on her father or if it’ll be Carter that we move in on. I want solid proof that something happened to Mom while she was at work. Proof he’s involved before I kick in the doors to the place. Being hellbent on revenge is one thing; being a fucking idiot is another.
“Fine, but she stays at the house. She sleeps with one of us each night. We need to know where the fuck she is,” I tell Brax, speaking over her shoulder as if she’s not right in front of me.
“Fine. But you take her tonight. I can’t stand her another fucking minute.”
Her face twists in pain as she looks over her shoulder. When she turns back, she hides her face and drops it. She’s used to being bullied. Though he’s not bullying her, he doesn’t trust himself with her.