Page 43 of The Originals
“Who wants to know?”
“Meg.” She twisted her finger around the cord, shifting her gaze between the phone and the window. Thankfully, she wasn’t alone. But realistically, if the bikers broke in she wasn’t sure how much help the seventy-year-old owner would be.
“I don’t see him. Call back later.”
Later? What?No!She might be dead later.
“No wait, can you ask Jack or Grain? Or Tully if he’s there?”
A heavy sigh echoed on the line. “Look babe, he’s probably in his room getting his dick sucked. But when I see him, I’ll let him know you’re looking for him. This is Meg, right?”
Her heart sank to her stomach and rolled in a painstaking ache. The last thing she should be thinking of or concerned about at the moment was Mick moving on and being with another woman. Still, it stung. She drew in a breath, prepared to hang up and come up with a plan B. Then she heard voices in the background, and she pressed the phone closer to her ear.
“Give me the phone,” There was some rustling before another voice came on the line. “Meg? It’s Colleen.”
Thank God.It was as if she was hearing the voice of an angel.
“Yeah, Colleen, it’s me. Can you find Mick for me? I’m in trouble.”
“Are you okay?”
“N-no.” Meg’s voice shook, and she covered her mouth.
“Stay on the line, okay? Don’t hang up. I’ll find him.”
Meg glanced up at the owner and forced a smile. She wasn’t safe yet, but hopefully Mick could help her.
****
Mick was just about done for the night. It was pretty low-key for the clubhouse. He’d spent the last hour out back around the bonfire with a few brothers. A lot of the members, including himself, were leaving in a few hours for a two-day run across the state. He wasn’t originally assigned the job, but he’d traded with another brother. Staying home had become a mini-torturous prison for the last two weeks.
He’d gotten a lot of advice since Meg broke it off. The consensus was to find a woman that would make him forget her. The brothers didn’t get it. No one would ever replace Meg. She’d gotten too deep into his heart and soul. There was no coming back from her. And Mick wasn’t interested in trying.
His calls had gone ignored last week, so he refrained from calling this week. If time was what she needed, then that’s what he’d give her. Mick would wait.
He chugged the last bit of his beer and tossed the bottle in the garbage.
“I’m done, brothers.”
Grain scoffed. “It’s barely fucking midnight.”
“Yeah, and we’re heading out in five hours. Gotta get some sleep.”
“Pussy.” Grain snorted, shaking his head. “Doing it all wrong, Mick. You hang out for another hour, get your dick sucked, pass out, and take an hour to sleep. Wake up like a new fucking man.”
Mick shared a look with Jack, then his president turned to Grain. “Says the motherfucker who had to stop for a fuckingnapon the last run.”
Grain squared his jaw. “That happened one fucking time, Jack.”
Mick snickered and stood, stretching his arms over his head.
“Mick?” The voice was faint, but he recognized it. He turned toward the door, and Colleen was weaving through a small group, whipping her head side to side. Then she screamed louder. “Mick?”
“Right here.” He waved and she halted, her eyes wide as if in complete panic. She rushed toward him, and when a brother got in her way, she pushed at him to move.
Mick raised his brows, smirking, and glanced down at Jack. Colleen was the least aggressive person he’d ever met in his life. This was a new side to her. Jack stood next to him, watching her as she came barreling toward them.
“What’s going…”