Page 64 of Bolt's Flame
“It’s okay, Amy, tell us,” Rune said, going to her side for support since Amy could be skittish as hell.
“I think she’s been talking to James,” Amy blurted out, her voice cracking with fear. “I overheard her on the phone a few minutes ago. She didn’t see me, but she mentioned Fiona’s name and then James, and I knew somethin’ wasn’t right.”
The room went deadly silent, the weight of her words sinking in like a stone in water. My blood ran cold, then hot, furybuilding up inside me like a fire ready to explode. Jenny. That bitch had been working with James this whole time.
I moved toward the door before anyone could say another word, my fists clenched tight.
“Where is she?” I growled, ready to tear that conniving bitch apart.
“She’s in her room,” Amy said, her voice even smaller than usual.
I didn’t wait for anyone to follow. I was out the door in seconds; the anger driving me forward like a freight train. The rest of the club was behind me—Devil, Horse, Chain—every one of them just as pissed as I was.
I kicked open Jenny’s door without hesitation, the wood splintering as it flew open, and there she was, sitting on the bed like nothing was wrong. Like she hadn’t just sold us out. Like she hadn’t helped that psycho take Fiona.
Her eyes widened in shock as we stormed into the room, and before she could get a word out, I was in front of her, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and yanking her to her feet.
“You been playing dangerous games, Jenny?” I snarled, my face inches from hers. “You’ve been talkin’ to James?”
“I—what are you—” she stammered, her eyes darting around the room, looking for an escape. “I don’t know what you—”
“Don’t bullshit me!” I roared, shaking her. “You’ve been feeding him information this whole time, haven’t you? You helped him take Fiona!”
Tears welled up in her eyes, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t falling for any of her fake bullshit. This was about Fiona’s life, and Jenny had made her choice.
“Talk,” Devil said, his voice calm but deadly, standing behind me like a shadow. “Now.”
Jenny’s eyes flicked to him, then back to me, and she finally broke. “No, you have to believe me,” she cried, her voice shaking.“Yes, I admit I drugged Bolt and set him up so Fiona would find us, but I never helped James.”
“You sold her out,” I spat, disgusted by the sight of her. “You sold her to him for what? Money? Amy overheard you on the phone.”
“No, it wasn’t me, but I know who did!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
“Bullshit,” I growled, tightening my grip on her shirt.
“It’s true,” she cried, shaking her head frantically. “I swear, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t.”
I shook her again, cutting off her words. “You’re lying!”
“Wait,” Horse said, stepping forward. “Let the bitch talk.”
Devil nodded, and I released Jenny, watching as she stumbled back, fear and panic written all over her face.
“You’re going to tell us what you know,” Devil said, his voice like ice. “And if you lie, you’ll wish you hadn’t.”
Jenny looked around, desperation in her eyes. She knew she was screwed. There was no way out of this, not with the club breathing down her neck. She swallowed hard, tears still streaming down her face, and finally, she started explaining.
“The other day I walked in on Barbie talkin’ to someone named James. Until today I didn’t know that was Fiona’s husband’s name. So, when I found out she had been taken I put two and two together. So, when I couldn’t find Barbie, I called her and that’s what Amy heard. Me askin’ Barbie if she was responsible. Of course she denied it, but I know she was lying.”
“Jenny’s telling the truth,” Devil concluded. “Where’s Barbie?”
“Right here,” Horse growled, shoving her into the room, where she fell to the floor. “Start talkin’ bitch and pray I don’t kill you before you finish.”
“For now, just tell us where they are,” I pushed, knowing every second she was with that bastard, he was hurting her. “The rest can wait till she’s safe.”
“Boots took her to that abandoned hotel off Route 19,” she said, her voice trembling. “He was going to hide Fiona there. James followed him and last I talked to him, they were still there.”
“Boots?” Devil snarled. “Give me a quick answer.”