Page 95 of Truck Up
“It’s okay,” I say, not really sure I believe that. “Aaron wouldn’t be asking if it weren’t important.”
Nova stares at me for a moment before she nods. “Okay, but if anything fishy happens, you call us. We’ll be back in a heartbeat.”
I nod. “Deal.”
Then I open my arms and wave both my friends in for a hug.
“We don’t have time for this,” Aaron growls. It’s so unlike him that we all whip around and stare at him. “Please. You need to leave.”
“Okay, okay.” Nova holds her hands up in surrender and rushes inside to grab her purse. Hadley does the same. When they come back outside, Nova looks at me. “Call us if you need anything.”
“I will.” I watch them as they get in Nova’s car and back out of the driveway. I don’t take my eyes off them until they disappear down the long driveway and into the darkness.
I turn to my brother. “Do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”
“No.” He sets his bag down. Then he runs his hands over his face and cracks his neck. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
“I don’t understand why you’re here. You hate Christian, and you’re clearly not here to see me. So what gives?”
“Lia, you’ll know any—”
Before he can finish his statement, Christian’s truck comes barreling up the driveway. He’s driving so fast, I half expect him to crash into the cabin before he slams to a stop.
The passenger door flies open first and a large man I don’t immediately recognize slides out. He’s holding a woman close to his chest, and she’s covered in blood. He says something else to Christian before he turns to the cabin and sprints in our direction.
I gasp and press my hand to my chest when I realize who it is. “Why is Edge here?”
No one answers me.
When Edge steps up on the porch, he looks at me. “Do you have some old blankets you don’t care about?”
I stare at him for a minute before I shift my eyes to the woman in his arms. “Oh, my god. Hannah.”
“Lia, blankets.” The commanding tone of his voice has me jumping into action.
“Um, yes.” I rush inside, and they both follow. Running to the bedroom, I scramble to look for the right box. I haven’tunpacked any of the extra blankets or sheets. There’s no need until our new bedroom is complete.
When I find the right one, I grab a stack, not really caring which ones they are. None of these have sentimental value and they’re all replaceable.
By the time I make it back out, Christian is standing in the middle of the room with a young boy by his side. I take one look at the boy and freeze. My eyes dart between Christian and the boy. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.
“This is Cameron,” Christian says. I meet his gaze, and I know he sees it too. “Hannah’s son.”
My eyes widen as I stare at Cameron. No wonder Hannah and Charlie never brought him out in public. He looks so much like the Mutters. It’s uncanny. To be more accurate, he’s the spitting image of Liam.
“Holly shit,” I whisper, and press my hand to my chest and take a deep breath. It’s suddenly so much harder to breathe than it was a moment ago.
Christian rests his hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “It’s okay. I’ll explain later.”
Then he takes the blankets from me and spreads them out on the floor so Edge can put Hannah down. Aaron is at the stove putting a pot of water on to boil.
Christian leads Cameron to the couch and gets him to sit down. The poor boy looks like he’s in shock.
Edge is at Hannah’s head, whispering soothing words to her. It’s such a contradiction to his typical demeanor. Edge is tough and mean. The leader of a once lethal motorcycle club. The rumors say he’s killed before.
But not the man before me tonight. This man is gentle and kind. I’m seeing a whole new side of him and rethinking everything I know about Edge and the Unholy Ghosts MC.
Aaron kneels next to Hannah and grabs a small vial and a needle from his bag. Christian kneels on the opposite side of her and takes her hand.