Page 59 of Relentless

“I’m okay,” I say louder, sensing that Reid needs to hear it too.

Glancing over, I find exactly what I’m expecting, his dark, concerned stare trained right on me.

“Why don’t you take her upstairs,” he suggests. “Show her what you got.”

Now that gets my interest.

16

JD

Alana stares up at me with big glistening eyes. The shadows still linger from her panic attack, but they’re clearing.

The thought of me being the one to be able to do that for her makes a lump crawl up my throat. For once, could I be enough?

I squash that thought as fast as it arrives. It’s pointless thinking such things. I already know the answer. The only one who is enough for her in this house right now is residing under our feet.

With a sigh, I try to forget about reality and reach for her hand.

“Come on, I’ve got something for you.”

Her eyes light up and her smile grows. My heart swells at the sight.

Yeah, that’s better.

Without another word from the guys, I tug her out of the room before gathering up the bags I dropped in the doorway when I saw her sitting there with Ezra.

“I thought you went to see Victor?” she asks, her voice cracking on his name, letting me know exactly how she feels about the cunt.

Feeling’s mutual there, little dove.

Going to the clubhouse after being summoned by Victor was not my idea of a fun way to spend the morning, especially after the lack of sleep from the last few days.

Hell, I can’t tell which way is up let alone be expected to hold my own with that prick.

Turns out, there are now not only issues with drug supply, but they're having problems with their weapons dealer too.

Fuck knows why we got called into that little discussion. I guess they had to make up numbers, seeing as Mav is MIA.

They didn’t say much about him. Honestly, I’m not sure they really cared.

I couldn’t help but wonder if they’d have the same concern over Reid vanishing. Victor likes to make out that we’re all such important parts of the Harrow Creek Hawks machine, but the second a wheel falls off, he seems to just steamroll his way right through it.

First Gray, then Alana, and now Mav. Who else is going to vanish off the face of the Earth?

Hopefully him.

I let my imagination run away with itself for a moment, picturing a scene where Reid, his brothers, and I stand over Victor. All of us with our guns raised and him finally realizing it’s over.

Fuck, it’s been such a long time coming.

“Julian?” The soft voice drags me from my daydream and anchors me back to reality and I turn to look at her as I grab the last bag. “Where did you go?”

“Nowhere, Dove. I’m right here with you,” I promise, gathering all the bags in one hand and taking hers with the other.

“We did go to see Victor,” I confirm, remembering that she asked a question as we climbed the stairs. Deep rumbling voices filter up from the kitchen, but I don’t bother trying to listen. It’ll just be Reid giving Devin and Ez a dressing down, I’m sure.

“Neither of you are covered in blood so I’m assuming he’s still alive,” she mutters.