Chapter 6 #3
I placed a hand flat on the table. “So you can talk to them, call them up and see?”
“Already did,” he replied. “Earlier today.”
“And?”
Once more, it appeared hard for him to type.
When he showed me the screen, my stomach twisted.
“They know about your sister to some extent. They know she got involved with someone in the gang. Apparently, the Serpents frequented her club. But something went bad, and Jasper ordered them to take her. The insider doesn’t know where they are keeping her.
From what they’ve seen she’s not at any of the hangouts or hideouts that they know of. ”
“Shit, you don’t think…” I covered my mouth, too scared to even say it.
“I don’t think they killed her. Not yet. But for some reason they are hiding her well. It’s odd that they are keeping the location hidden from others in the gang. My bet is only the higher-ups know anything.”
“Like Jasper.”
He nodded.
I covered the rest of my face in my hand. As I took a deep breath, I started shaking. “Trish…”
Fingers engulfed my wrist and gently pulled my hand away from my face. I looked back as Dom took my hand and held it in his. His was heavy and firm, comforting in a way. He studied my face, and I knew what he was trying to say without having to type it. “We will find her. We will get her back.”
My mouth trembled, suddenly remembering Dom back at the church, light-hearted and grounded unlike his brother. Even when he left me all alone the night they disappeared, he tried to comfort me, if only for a moment.
I wanted to go to him and embrace him. To feel his heavy hand trailing through my hair. I knew that wasn’t going to happen, so instead I squeezed his hand. “Thank you, Dom.”
He smiled at me and squeezed my hand back.
The diner door swung open and shouts from a loud group broke the moment between us. Dom’s smile instantly disappeared as he released my hand, his black eyes glaring behind me. Confused, I looked over my shoulder and immediately tensed.
Leslie sat at a table on the other side of the diner while the other men and a few women with him slid into a seat next to him.
He wore all black under a leather jacket with a patch on the sleeve—what looked like twin knives, one pointed up, the other down.
Underneath and above them were two slash marks.
His black hair was styled back, and I could just make out his messed-up ear.
He pretended not to notice us, until his green eyes traveled around and caught me watching.
I looked away instantly, face burning.
Neither of us moved for a moment, then I started to slide out of the booth. Dom caught my hand. He looked at me, pleading. “Wait,” he signed. “Please.”
My hands balled into fists. “I don’t want to see him.”
He gestured again for me to wait, then started to text something out. I was ready to bolt any minute, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
“I’ll talk to him,” he typed. “I’ll tell him to back off.”
“You do that.” I slid out of the booth. I couldn’t do this right now. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Before he could respond, I made for the door, not daring to look around at Leslie and his posse. As I slipped out into the warm night, the wind whipped up, blowing my hair back, a few drops of rain hitting my face.
I stopped to wipe away the water and search for my keys when I caught something at the corner of my eye. I glanced around and saw Dom heading my way, looking annoyed.
“Dom, what—” I started to call.
“Nice seeing you on your feet,” someone interrupted behind me.
Confused, I whirled around and saw Leslie leaning against Dom’s Mustang, his cat-eyes practically shining in the dark.
I stilled. How the hell did he get there so fast and without me noticing?
Then I remembered. There were only a few instances where I saw their creepy power back at the church, and it always made me nervous.
I stood my ground, knowing Dom was close now. Twin snakes between me, hard to know how friendly they really were.
I dealt with the one in front of me first. “You’ve seen me on my feet for a while.”
Leslie tilted his head. “Not sure what you—”
“Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t play. I know you’ve been watching me.”
I felt Dom’s hand on my shoulder and I flinched away. “No! I don’t want your comfort,” I told him. “And I don’t want your snide remarks,” I told Leslie.
Leslie put up his hands. “Alright.”
I glared at him before I swiftly made for my driver side door. As I fumbled looking for my keys, Dom came to stand next to Leslie and signed aggressively. Leslie whispered something back.
As I found my keys, I unlocked my door and threw my bag into the passenger, getting in and starting the car. I went to shut the door, then stopped.
I got out and stormed back over to where they stood. They stopped talking as I faced them.
“I might need your help, but I don’t want it.” My voice cracked. “I wouldn’t even be here if my sister wasn’t involved in your bullshit.”
“We didn’t—” Lez started.
“I know but you created the monster!” I shouted over the roll of thunder.
“And now my sister is missing! And I don’t trust you, I never can after what you did.
And now I have to deal with this awful shit from you two.
It’s like I’m being punished and I don’t know why.
” My throat started to tighten, and I had to look away from them.
“This changes nothing. I don’t forgive you for what you did to Eve. And for leaving me.”
They were quiet.
I shook my head. I went back to my car door, then turned to them. “Find my sister. Make this right.”
Sliding into the driver side, I shut my door and wiped away an angry tear before shifting into gear. Backing out of the lot, I refused to meet their eyes as I took off into the night.