Chapter 4
Grit
Since I was a bit of a stalker who looked up Nicole’s address in the phone book a few days ago, I knew where to go.
Which meant I made it there before my brothers did.
Two bikes were in her yard, and her car was still sitting in the driveway.
Her front door was closed but not all the way, letting a sliver of light out onto the porch.
I knew Nicole wouldn’t have left that door ajar. Just as I knew if she wasn’t inside, the Lockheart MC members wouldn’t have stuck around either. Which meant they were inside… with her.
I got off my bike, and with my gun in my hand, I made my way into her house.
I had no doubt they’d heard me pull up, so I stayed close to the walls of the house to shield myself.
When I got to the front door, I pushed it in, then slowly made my way inside, my boots silent on her linoleum floors.
Her shoes were by the front door, but there were boot prints making their way around the corner and into what appeared to be the kitchen.
The sound of Nicole gagging and crying reached my ears.
My heart pounded faster, adrenaline surging through my veins, but I kept my bearings.
I was on my own until the other three got there, which meant I needed to play this safe.
Be careful. Keep a level head on my shoulders so I didn’t get both me and Nicole killed.
I kept close to the wall and dropped into a crouch. Her kitchen led straight into the living room, and I could see her on her knees on the floor. The president had her dark curls wrapped around his fist, and he was fucking her throat, uncaring that she was pushing against him and crying.
Without a beat of hesitation, I leveled my pistol and shot him clean between the eyes.
He stopped for a moment, then dropped to the floor with a loud thud.
His fingers, which were still tangled in Nicole’s hair, dragged her to the floor with him.
The other member rushed out of the bathroom, his dick still hanging out of his jeans from taking a piss, and I shot him, too, dropping him where he stood.
Tucking my gun back into its holster, I ran forward and helped free Nicole, then dragged her into my arms. She collapsed against me, wails leaving her abused throat as she clung to my cut.
Her face was red and blotchy, and snot was running from her nose.
But I didn’t care about any of that. She was safe, and while I fucking hated myself for not getting there sooner, she was safe now.
They hadn’t killed her. And since she was fully clothed, they hadn’t done more than force her to suck his dick either.
“I’m here,” I rasped, holding her tightly. “You’re safe now, sunshine. I’ve got you.”
“They—they—” She could barely talk through her tears and panic. My heart clenched in my chest. Why did our shit have to touch her? Another fucking innocent? She was targeted solely for having a fucking conversation with me.
The sound of Blink, Carver, and Carter riding onto her property reached my ears.
She tensed, her breathing coming too quick, a sure sign of a panic attack.
“It’s okay,” I assured her. Gripping her face in my hands, I forced her eyes to lock on mine.
“It’s just my brothers, you hear me? They’re just here to help us and clean up this mess. ”
“B-Blink?” she stuttered.
I nodded, soothing my thumbs over her tear-stained skin. “Yeah, sunshine. Blink, Carver, and Carter—my brothers. They’re not going to hurt you. No one will fucking hurt you again,” I swore. She was mine now. Mine to protect. And over my dead body would anyone harm her again.
Blink stepped inside first, and his jaw tightened as he stared at the two dead bodies on the floor. Finally, he looked at me. “Start talking, Grit.”
“They were fucking raping her, Blink.” Blink’s eyes turned dark and stormy.
What they’d done to Nicole had been rape.
Didn’t matter they didn’t have her naked.
Didn’t matter they didn’t violate her with a cock inside her vagina.
The fucking president had forced her to suck his cock.
That was fucking rape in my eyes. “I killed the president, then killed the other mother fucker before he could shoot me or her.”
Blink nodded once, his eyes steely. “Get her some clothes and get her to the clubhouse. We’ll clean this up, then figure out a plan from there.”
I nodded once, then gripped the backs of Nicole’s thighs, carrying her to her room. She wound her arms and legs around me, and when I gently set her on her bed, she visibly trembled, like no longer being in my arms left her terrified.
“I just need you to tell me where a bag is and what to pack, sunshine,” I said, remaining firm but gentle. “The sooner you do, the sooner I can get you out of here.”
“Bag is in my clos-set,” she managed through chattering teeth. She was going into shock. She needed warmth and security, but getting her out of here was a little more of a priority. “Just panties, bras, shirts, p-pants.”
I rolled with it, grabbing what she needed, then tossed her toiletries from the bathroom inside the bag, too.
Then, I lifted her once more and carried her through the living room.
Blink caught me on my way out the door. “I already called Lindsey. She’ll have hot soup waiting for you in your room when you get to the clubhouse.
” He glanced at the shaking woman in my arms. “She’s going to need it. ”
I nodded. “Thanks, brother,” I rasped, and then, I was walking out the house and heading for my bike. I’d send a tow truck to get her car later. For now, she was in no condition to drive, and I wasn’t getting in a fucking cage when I felt like coming out of my skin and destroying the goddamn world.