Page 7 of Carver's Obsession

“Used to be?” Feral asked her.

“Well, yes. She moved away when she was seventeen and never looked back. I don’t think she wants to associate with me if she doesn’t have to. Can I please just hand it to you and leave?”

“Don’t you think Jana would want to see you?” Striker asked.

Erica shook her head. “No, I don’t.”

Feral spoke. “What if we gave her a choice?”

God, the thought of seeing her sister again was overwhelming. She figured she’d never see her again and was dealing with it. Her eyes filled with tears that she fought to keep from falling.

“Fuck, yell for Kris,” Striker said.

One of the guys walked to the door and yelled. Within a few minutes, a woman she would never expect to be here stood in front of her with concern in her eyes.

“Striker. Who is this?”

“She’s Jana’s sister.”

Kris’s eyebrows rose. “Erica?”

Striker nodded. “She wants to drop something off for her and then leave.”

“Without seeing her?” Kristina asked.

Erica sighed. “You guys don’t get it. She doesn’t want me in her life, and I’ve come to grips with it. I don’t want to stir up anything or make her feel uncomfortable. Please, I have to go.”

Everyone in the room shook their heads, and tears filled her eyes again.

“Fix her, Babe,” Striker said. “She keeps doing that shit.”

Erica blinked several times.

Kristina smiled at her. “He doesn’t like tears.”

“Babe,” Striker barked.

Erica jumped and tensed. He was scary in person, but when he was mad, he looked menacing. She looked at the woman to see if she was scared, but she was smiling at the man.

Kristina came to her and set her hand on her arm. “How about we get you some food and then a shower? I’ll give you a room tonight to rest, and then in the morning, we’ll see how you feel.”

Erica nodded. She knew she didn’t have a chance of making it out of the building without being caught, and she would rather be with this sweet woman than all the terrifying men.

Erica turned to get her backpack. “Can I have my bag, please?”

“Nah, I’ve got it,” Carver said.

Erica looked around the room at the different degrees of shock.

“All right. Let’s go to the kitchen first,” Kristina said.

Chapter Five

Carver didn’t release her, which she was thankful for. The lack of sleep, food, and constant worry had zapped all her strength and ability to move on her own.

Carver set her bag on the counter before lifting her onto a stool.

Kristina handed her a large glass of water. Erica drank half of it down.