32. Chapter Thirty-Two
Maya
Marcos :
He was framed. Hillcrest planted evidence.
A nother fucking text message from Marcos. Another morning alone after everything went to complete and utter hell. I stared around the empty living room, after rereading the text from Marcos for the hundredth time. Him and Jason had left immediately after Nico had been arrested.
They promised to call, to keep me updated, to come fucking home as soon as they could.
They hadn’t though. Three hours later and all I had gotten was a text.
A fucking text that Dax Hillcrest had planted evidence to frame Nico. Just days after Hillcrest had shot both Marcos and Jason. After he sent his whore of a girlfriend into my men’s clubhouse to make a point.
He was fucking everywhere. He could and would do anything to get to us.
Get to me.
I wasn’t safe. My boys weren’t safe as long as I was here. For whatever reason, Dax had it out for me. It had to be more than just witnessing him murder the mayor. He was growing obsessive in his pursuits.
I couldn’t stay here. I had to leave.
Decision made, I headed upstairs and quickly pulled out my suitcases. I would pack as much as I could, as fast as I could. It wasn’t the first time I had to move quickly. I learned a couple tricks after moving out of my parents’ house two years ago. I could do this just as quickly on my own.
Jason
I groaned as Nico climbed off the back of my bike, finally able to stretch out.
It was hard riding with a dude behind me.
But I was grateful to have my brother back.
Our lawyer had worked his magic and at least gotten Nico out on bond for the time being.
He wouldn’t be able to go far, but he was home.
Maya would be happy about that.
“Fucking hell,” Nico groaned. “You couldn’t have gotten a fucking car to pick me up in? Could have taken Maya’s car.”
“She’s at work,” Marcos grunted.
Nico sighed. “She should have called in.”
“I don’t think she wanted to see us,” I said.
“Even if she was pissed, she’d want to see that I was back home safe,” Nico grumbled and headed for the back door.
Marcos and I followed slowly, bodies aching after being awake for a close to thirty hours. We never had gone to sleep after we punished Maya Thursday evening. Now it was Saturday morning and we were dead on our feet.
“What this?” Nico asked, holding up a sheet of paper that was sitting on the counter, next to what appeared to be a used saline bag.
I narrowed my eyes on the bag, confused, before I looked at the note.
Reevaluate and renegotiate.
Red.
“What the fuck?” Nico asked, whirling on Marcos .
I could only stare blankly at the paper, my mind still trying to process. Maya’s neat cursive handwriting was on that paper, but the words didn’t make any sense.
Marcos swore under his breath, before he took off running for the stairs.
“No,” Nico gasped, before he quickly followed after him.
My heart dropped into my stomach.
Red. As in her fucking safe word. She fucking wrote us a note with her safe word and then my guys had flown up the stairs.
“NOOOO!” Marcos’s deep cry of agony filled the house.
“No,” I muttered, my eyes still on the note. “No.”
“She’s gone,” Nico said, coming down the stairs. “She left. All her stuff is gone.”
I sank to my knees, my eyes falling from the note, to the empty saline bag and used needle on the counter, wondering what the fuck had happened.