But everyone is on edge and latching on to anything to point a finger towards.
"Keep your house tight," he tells me quietly as the meeting breaks.
This isn't the first time he's said it recently and now I'm starting to question why.
Before I can respond, he asks, "How is Bex doing with all this?"
That has me paying attention. She should have been here the whole time I was gone. He should have had eyes on her.
"She seems shaken. I need to get back to her." I pause, unsure ofwhat I am trying to figure out… unsure of what I should be asking my president right now. "Has she not been around?"
Angel rolls his neck, the stress apparent, "You know, Bex, she doesn't really come out when you aren't around. I think she spent most of her time working or in your room. I don't think I talked to her once this week."
Fuck... why is she isolating herself? Why did she have her gun under the pillow?
I take the stairs two at a time, and I already know something is wrong when I enter our empty room. The bathroom light is off, and the door is open. Bex's side of the closet is lighter; her scrubs and overnight bag are gone.
My stomach drops when I see the note on my pillow.
I'm staying at the hospital for a few nights. I can't sleep here right now.
I flex my hands at my sides, trying not to punch something. I needed her to behere.
I need her on my side for once…
Four is in a cell.
Mara is missing.
Angel is tightening ranks.
And my wife doesn't feel safe behind my gates.
Unity fixes this... it has to.
CHAPTER 7
BEX - WHO ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
I have been gone for three days.
Three full days of fluorescent lights humming overhead, trauma bays bleeding into one another, vending machine dinners eaten standing up, and sleeping in an on-call room that smells faintly of industrial detergent.
But also…
Three days of not hearing boots in the hallway, of not feeling watched. Three days of not bracing for a door slamming somewhere down the corridor. And… three days of texts from my husband that come in waves. Not steady, that would make me his focus and right now I know that is solely on club business..
Declan
You good?
I need to know you are safe…
Two hours later.
Call me.
I don’t and I expect… something. But there’s nothing from him for half aday.