Page 44 of The Originals

Mick never got to finish. She pointed to the clubhouse, and through heavy breaths started talking fast. “Meg’s on the phone. I don’t know what’s wrong, but she needs to talk to you.”

Fucking finally.Mick barely registered the rest of what Colleen said. He was solely focused on ‘Meg’s on the phone’.

“What makes you think something’s wrong?” Jack asked, and Mick turned to Colleen.

“Because she said she’s in trouble, and when I asked if she was okay, she said no.” Colleen gulped. “And she sounds scared.”

Fuck!Mick rushed past Jack and Colleen toward the back door and hurried to the bar. Even from a few feet away, he could see the phone receiver lying on the bar. He grabbed it.

“Meg?”

“Mick, I need you.” Her voice was riddled with panic, and her breath was labored.

“Where are you?”

“Families. The owner let me in.” Her voice was shaky, and he felt his own panic set in. “There’s three bikers outside waiting for me to leave, I think. They followed me halfway home, and cornered me. They got really aggressive and talked about you. Saying they wanted to know why I was so important to you. I ran, and they chased me, and now I’m in the diner.” She sniffled. “But Mick, I’m afraid they’re going to come in and get me. What do I do?”

Oh fuck.

“I’m coming for you right now.” There was a long stretch of silence, and his heart began to pound. “Meg!”

“They have the same patches as the guys from the festival.”

Mick could feel the blood draining from his face, knowing the extent of the danger she was in. He shared a look with Jack, and noticed a dozen brothers were gathered around the bar staring at him. Mick needed to get to her. He also needed to stay calm for her sake and lock down his own panic and rage.

“I was going to call you when I got home.” Her voice was low, he could barely hear her. But he did. “I was out with Linda and told her I was going to call to talk, and…”

Meg sounded lost in her thoughts as if reliving the night. And regretful. It was the last place she needed to be.

“Alright baby, I’m gonna come get you, and we’ll talk. Coming right now for you.”

“Okay,” she muttered.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“It takes twenty minutes to get here from Ghosttown.”

He resisted the urge to snort. He’d make the twenty-minute ride in ten, maybe less.

“Ten, Meg.” He slammed the phone down and spun around to face his brothers. The music had been shut down and everyone was waiting on him.

“What the fuck is going on?” Grain snapped.

Mick relayed the story Meg had given. Her details were minimal, but considering their altercation with Satan’s Hex and her recognizing their patch, everything pointed it to them.

Mick pushed past his president, but Jack grabbed his arm.

“This sounds like a setup,” Jack warned.

Mick furrowed his brows.

“If they were just looking to scare her, they would’ve done that and taken off. Them still waiting there? They’re waiting on you to come for her.”

Mick yanked his arm away. “I can handle fucking three of them.”

“There won’t be just three, Mick. They’re gonna wait until you show up, then the rest will come.”

Mick hadn’t even considered an ambush. He wasn’t thinking of anything else other than Meg and her safety.