Chapter 6
SIX
HEAT
The woman is downright trouble. No, not downright, she’s outright. That’s exactly what she is.
I want to be pissed with her. I am pissed at her. But it’s hard not to admire her strength. Not only has she stood up to me, standing her ground, but she has also put Kinley ahead of her.
Kinley.
It’s fucking with my head that she’s back. More or less, it’s that she’s somehow gotten away from the men who had her. I don’t know how she was able to escape them, but we’re gonna have to get her to talk to us.
Thankfully, McKenna was smart enough to call about the cries she was hearing and even got Kinley wrapped in a blanket before any of us saw her.
This whole situation has gone from fucked up to seriously fucked.
I want McKenna back at the clubhouse with us, but her stubborn ass has refused to go anywhere. Even claimed her boss was coming to the house.
Visions of her dancing on a pole are still fresh in my mind from overhearing her tell Leon about how she wasn’t going to lose her headliner spot to some other bitch.
I could see her easily in my mind moving on stage.
She’d be seductive, that’s for sure. To make matters worse, I didn’t like the idea of other men seeing her dance.
That right there is the only fucking reason I left her ass at the house because I needed to think about the shit swarming in it.
Evelin had come to the house, having sped to get there, after Fire called her.
She’d been in tears at seeing Kinley again.
The two of them cried together, and I didn’t missthe way McKenna watched them with unshed tears in her eyes.
I suppose her renting Evelin’s place was a good thing because it meant she was there for Kinley when no one else would be.
Leaving her there didn’t mean I didn’t put a prospect on the house.
I wasn’t leaving her unprotected. I didn’t lie about the fact the men who took her will come after Kinley, sniffing her out.
Still, she refused to leave. I didn’t have time to deal with her as I should have.
Maybe if I had, she’d have been over my shoulder, kicking and screaming.
Again, something else I don’t need to be thinking about or thinking of.
I don’t get what the hell is up with me constantly thinking about this woman. I’ve never in my life allowed a woman close to me in any way or consume my thoughts.
I shake the thoughts away as Hotshot sits in the chair across from me in my office. I left the door open cause I knew he’d find me when he was done.
“Brimstone with her?” I ask.
“No, he left the clubhouse after Kinley refused to be seen with him nearby,” Hotshot grunts, shaking his head. “Gotta say, Prez, she’s fucked up. Mentally and physically in a lot of ways. Though it’s mostly mental shit, she’s got plenty of scars now that there’s no way for her to get rid.”
When we first saw her, none of us could see anything with the way the blanket was wrapped around her, keeping her body completely covered. The only things visible had been her face and feet. However, her face had been smeared with dirt and dried blood.
“She talk about anything that happened to her? Say how she escaped?” I need to know how the hell she got away.
“Nope.” Shaking his head further, Hotshot lets out a long, heavy sigh. “I sedated her so she could get some rest and moved her to one of the spare rooms. Evelin is sitting with her now so she won’t wake up alone.”
“Good.” I nod. I’m sure this is hurting my sister, but she won’t share that pain with anyone besides Fire. “Don’t think this is going to be so easy as her escaping them.”
“Maybe they let her escape. Could be part of whatever sick and twisted game they’re playing,” he points out.
“I thought about that,” I admit, leaning back in my chair as Fire steps into my office and throws himself in the chair next to Hotshot. “You good?”
“Not even a little. This shit with Kinley has got Evelin torn the fuck up, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it right now,” Fire mutters, legs stretched out in front of him, his arms crossed.
To most, he’d look relaxed, but those who know him, know just how deadly he is.
Especially with his new found power with being able to throw fire at will.
“Kinley will talk to Evelin,” I tell him, believing my sister could get her best friend to open up to her. She’s good at getting people to talk when she wants to.
“Maybe,” Fire says, looking doubtful.
“You think she won’t?”
“Not sure.” One thing about my brother, he’s honest as shit, and if he doesn’t believe something, he doesn’t bullshit.
“With all that Kinley’s been through, she’s gonna close herself off.
She ain’t gonna talk to anyone that was once close to her.
Hell, for all we know, she could blame the club for this happening to her. Could even blame Evelin.”
Shit, he’s right. With everything she’s endured at the hands of those fuckers who took her, she could definitely put the blame on us.
We failed her in the worst way possible.
But something we can do for her is make things right.
Find those bastards and end their insufferable lives for daring to fuck with one of our own.
It’s something I’ll see to happening sooner rather than later.
I’m not letting up the search now that we have her back.
I start to say just that to my brothers when my phone pings with a text. Lifting it, I see it’s Coarse, the prospect I left McKenna’s.
Opening the message, I feel my anger rising.
Coarse: She left the house and went to town. Picked up a tail.
Me: Where is she at now?
I don’t like this shit. I knew McKenna would be trouble just as I called her.
Coarse: We’re in Smithfield. Outside some shops. Looks like she’s decided to do some shopping.
Me: Stay on her. If the tail confronts her, intervene. I’m on my way.
“I’m heading out,” I tell the others, getting to my feet.
“Need someone to go with you?” Hotshot asks.
“If you’re riding, come on, but I’m heading to get Trouble and bring her ass to the clubhouse.”
Fucking trouble.
I don’t know what tail she’s picked up, but damn if I’m going to let something happen to her. The last thing I need is for her to be in my area and for her boss to find out she was in my sister’s place and I didn’t protect her. I don’t need this shit. Not with everything going on.
Heading out of the clubhouse, I stalk to my bike, ready to get this shit on the road.
Next time I tell her she’s going to do something, I’m gonna make sure she does just that.