Chapter 2
BLAIZE
Ilearned a long time ago that betrayal never came from your enemies, and it made the knife twisting in my chest much more painful than I expected.
My trust was something only a handful of people got outside of my club.
She wormed her way into my heart, cracking my shields.
Kadence played with my emotions, slithered her way into my head, and fucked with my emotions.
Now one of my girls was dead, and Fallon was fighting for her life in intensive care.
Doc left the infirmary with a scowl plastered on his face. He heard Kadence screaming from upstairs, and he came to the basement furious. After he bitched me out for being an idiot, he carried her upstairs after she passed out and tended to her injuries.
He stepped out of the room and glared at me with a look that could kill. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I met his fuming scowl with my own. “Do you not have Layla’s body on your table? Is Fallon not in the hospital fighting? I’m not letting her play you for a fool, Doc,” I hissed.
He closed the gap between us. “I don’t fucking care. Get your facts straight before you kill an innocent, scared girl.”
He didn’t give me the chance to argue before he stormed off, leaving me alone. Neither of us knew anything, but I saw the pictures. I saw the blue hair. She came to my town with secrets, and refused to tell me anything about her past.
Everyone thinks I’m dead.
I never wanted an answer more than I did right now. There should’ve been clues. Fuck, there were clues.
Don’t let him hurt me!
There was genuine panic etched into her features. She was already scared because of where she was, but once she was brought into her panic attack, she was brought somewhere else. I looked at my phone for the first time tonight seeing missed calls and messages from Hunter.
HUNTER
Blaize answer your goddamn phone.
STOP. Before you fuck up.
I SWEAR TO GOD BLAIZE. I’m on my fucking way. If you hurt her. I’m going to kick your ass.
I didn’t bother texting her back when I knew she would be at the clubhouse momentarily. I needed Kadence to wake up so I could get the information I needed until Hunter finally found something useful. I knew Kadence was a blind spot, but I still fell into her trap. Was everything a trick?
The front door to the clubhouse was kicked open, and an angry Hunter stormed into the main foyer. “Where the fuck is she, Blaize?” Hunter hissed.
“She’s in the infirmary.”
Hunter’s eyes narrowed to slits. “What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do?” she seethed.
“She had a panic attack in the basement.”
“Do you not know how to answer your goddamn phone? Where the fuck is Hawke?”
Speak of the devil. Hawke suddenly came back into the clubhouse, looking even more disheveled than when he left. Hunter’s face softened slightly, but she was still radiating with anger. With the entire situation with Fallon and Layla, we were all on edge.
“Is she okay?” I asked.
He ran his hands down his face, wiping the tears he didn’t want anyone to see. “She coded again. If she survives the night, she has a fightin’ chance.”
Hunter’s face softened slightly, but she was still shaking with anger. “Blaize, I need you to tell me what the hell you did.”
I crossed my arms across my chest. “I didn’t do anything. The chain cut her when she panicked, and she has a few small cuts.”
“Chain? Did you chain her in the fucking basement like she was a bad guy?”
“She—” An ear-shattering scream ripped through the air, and the three of us darted for the infirmary.