Chapter Fourteen #2
“Yes, you will. He knows how she is and won’t hold it against you.
Oh, he’ll yell, and you’ll get the shit work for a while, but he knows who he married,” I say.
It’s true. Everyone knows Kierra is going to do whatever Kierra wants to do.
I’m not sure where people get the idea that she’s some kind of doormat to her husband.
“Now, why is Sadie leaving?” I ask Kierra.
“She wouldn’t say, but I think it has something to do with Kidd.
He’s been the one watching over her while she’s on campus.
I really thought Draven would lose his mind when she told us she was going to transfer to New York, but he didn’t.
He told her it was her decision and then went out into the garage. ” Kierra shrugs.
Wow. I did not see that coming.
“Why do they call you Easy?” G asks.
“Cause I’m calm under pressure. I don’t get out of sorts when things get intense.
Easy going, some call it,” he confesses as Kierra’s phone starts ringing.
She completely ignores it, but a second later, it starts ringing again.
Like the first time, she silences it. The caller must get the hint because the next phone to ring is Easy’s.
“I’ve always thought they called you that because you were easy,” G admits as we watch him put his phone to his ear.
“She’s right here,” he utters into the receiver before handing the phone to my sister. I smile, and G giggles when Kierra rolls her eyes.
“Vi—” Her annoyance turns to a terrifying scream that matches my own as the window in front of us shatters. Wide-eyed, we watch a large brick land in the center of the floor. Before we can react on our own, Easy hauls us off the couch and ushers us into the closet in G’s bedroom.
Cautiously, he takes the phone from Kierra’s shaking hands and tells us to stay put. We bob our heads, in no hurry to leave the safety of the closet, as he places the phone to his ear. I get nervous when he draws his weapon and moves back down the hallway. The nickname makes sense now.
On autopilot, I pull my phone from my bra and call Braxton.
“Baby,” I can hear the fear in his voice. It does nothing to calm my own nerves. “Don’t fucking move! I’m on my way. We’re 4 minutes out, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I answer as my own tears start to fall. “Please hurry, babe. I’m scared.” I hear him shifting gears and the roar of the engine as he races to get here.
“Why would someone do this?” I ask him.
“Don’t know, baby. I’m almost there.” When I turn to check on G, she’s curled in a ball and rocking. I touch her hand, trying to get her to focus on something other than her fear, and am worried about how cold she is.
“They’re almost here,” I whisper, trying to soothe her.
I scream when the closet door is yanked off the hinges by Viper.
The look on his face is a testament to how much he loves my sister.
Oblivious to anything but her, he crumbles to his knees and drags her into his lap.
I blush when he fists her hair and slams his mouth on hers.
They kiss savagely between growled threats of spanking her ass when they get home.
“Sierra!” I scramble to my feet, desperate to be in my man’s arms. As soon as he envelopes me in his protection, I completely fall apart.
“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe now,” he coos. I squeeze him tighter, refusing to let go. This is where I belong.
I’m not surprised when the next man through the door is Knox.
He looks tortured when he sees her. As if sensing him, G lifts her head and holds his stare as she reaches for him.
Viper stands with Kierra in his arms, just barely getting out of the way, as the big man lifts G off the floor.
He squeezes his eyes shut as he holds her in his arms, and without a word, he turns on his big, booted feet and leaves the room.
“I know you say that Knox is the most dangerous and volatile man in Miami, but I’m just not seeing it,” I tell Braxton.
“He’s only a big teddy bear when it comes to her,” Viper admits. When I turn to look at him, there’s something working behind his eyes, but he quickly shakes it off to focus on my sister.
“We need to get them out of here. Let’s go, Birdie,” Braxton orders, ushering me toward the door.
When we walk into the living room, I can hear G arguing with Knox about not wanting to go back to the clubhouse.
“It’s not safe here, Tinkerbell. Someone threw a goddamn brick through your front window.
The tires on Sparrow’s truck have been slashed.
I’m not leaving you here unprotected,” he growls.
When she opens her mouth to argue some more, he lifts her off the floor like a ragdoll and tosses her over his shoulder.
“Put me down, you big shit,” she yells, pounding on his back. The sound of his hand connecting with her ass ricochets off the walls. If it weren’t for the moan that followed, I would worry he was going to hurt her.
“Jesus,” Braxton mumbles under his breath as we follow them out into the parking lot.
I feel like shit when I see the state of Braxton’s truck.
It’s sitting on four flat tires. He walks me over to my sister’s Suburban and helps me inside the back as Easy climbs behind the wheel.
I’m surprised when my sister climbs in on the other side next to me.
“I’ll follow you to the clubhouse. Don’t give Easy any shit, and you listen to whatever he tells you to do, hear me, woman!” Viper growls. It’s not a question, but my sister nods her agreement all the same.
“Right behind you, Birdie.” Braxton gives me a quick kiss before closing the door and jogging over to his bike. Kierra nudges me and points out the window. Knox sets G on the back of his bike and takes off in the opposite direction of the clubhouse.
“What do you wanna bet that he’s taking her to his house, and that’s where she’ll stay forever and ever, amen?” I ask my sister.
“I got five on it,” she sings as Easy shakes his head.
“Are you okay, Kiki?” I ask Kierra when she grabs my hand.
“Yeah. Are you?”
“I will be once we’re all safely behind the compound walls,” I admit.
The moment we pass through the gates, I can feel my anxiety lessen drastically. Bikers and compounds used to terrify me. Now, nothing in the world feels safer.
I lean my head against the glass and say a prayer to the Gods for letting us make it home safely. I still don’t know what went down after I left the scrapyard, but something isn’t adding up.
“Thanks for everything, Easy,” I call over my shoulder as I slide out.