Page 45 of The Originals

“We all fucking ride in,” Grain said.

Jack shook his head. “And have a shootout on Main Street in Turnersville?”

“I’m not fucking leaving her there, Jack,” Mick snapped.

Jack gripped his shoulder. “You want her in the middle of a gunfight? That’s what it will come to. Got to be smart about this. I’m gonna call her back. Tell her I’m sending the van for her and…”

“I’ll call her…”

“No. The second you hear her voice, your ass will be outta here and on your bike. That only puts her in more danger. I got a plan. You ready to fucking listen?”

What other choice did he have?

Chapter Eleven

The owner forced her to sit down at the counter and offered her a drink, but Meg’s panic was increasing by the second. Her elbows were resting on the Formica, and her face was in her hands. It had been fifteen minutes since Jack had called. None of his instructions made sense. Why wasn’t Mick coming for her?He promised.

The owner had done periodic checks out the window with his rifle at his side. He forbid her to get close. The bikers were still sitting across the street with their lights off and watching the diner. It was as if they were taunting her that any second they’d come for her.

“You know this van?”

Meg jerked her head and slipped off the stool. She slowly and cautiously walked closer, peering out the door window. As Jack promised, a white van had pulled up to the curb. It was too dark to make out the driver.

“You know them?” He asked and she nodded.

The owner grabbed the lock but stilled.

“You sure you know who this is?”

No.But she’d trust Jack. What other choice did she really have?

“Yes,” she whispered.

He turned the lock and opened the door. “I’ll watch you.”

Meg took a deep breath and ran across the ten feet of sidewalk. The door flew open, and she jumped in. She slammed the door, immediately pushed the lock down, and turned in her seat.

“I would ask you how it’s going, but I think I already know.”

Meg let out a laugh, which could only be described as relief. “Hi, Tully.”

He winked, and the van started rolling. “Let’s get you out of here.”

Meg wasn’t breathing easy, but at least she felt semi-safe. From her position in the van, she couldn’t see the bikers and had no way of knowing if they were following them. They made it halfway down the road when she heard Tully mutter, “Come on, boys.”

What?

“Are they following us?” Meg quickly looked in her mirror but couldn’t see much. She turned in her seat, and from the corner of her eye, she saw movement in the back of the van. She leaned past her seat and gasped. There were two club members seated in the back. They didn’t even look at her. She glanced over at Tully.

He kept looking in his rearview mirror with a stern scowl. Then his lips curled in a devious smirk.

“They are now.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach, and she pressed her head against the seat, closing her eyes.Oh God.She was trying her best to stay calm but not having much luck. She pressed her hand to her heart, willing it to slow down.

“Give me a number.”

She blinked open her eyes and looked over at Tully, but his gaze was trained on the road and rearview mirror.