Brothers are pouring out the front door the second we pull up. Shouts immediately fill the yard.
“Four!”
“Holy shit!”
“Welcome back, brother!”
Hands clap his shoulders before he even gets his helmet off. Men talking over each other, questions flying.
“House arrest?”
“What the hell happened in there?”
“That suit still on your ass?”
Four answers some of it and dodges the rest. You can see him scanning faces, and I know exactly who he is looking for.
I swing off the bike, my eyes go straight to the clubhouse doors. I need to see her. I need to know she’s okay. My hands shake slightly as I pull my gloves off.
I barely register Four saying something to Axel behind me.
My boots hit the steps two at a time and the door swings open. And the moment I step inside…
I stop.
The place looks like a damn bar fight exploded in the middle of it. Chairs overturned, table on its side, broken in half near the wall. Bottles are shattered across the floor behind the bar and one of the stools is missing a leg. Someone dragged something heavy across the room, deep scratches gouge through the wood floor.
And there’s blood.
A dark smear across the floor near the far corner.
Voices fill the room, but I don't fucking care, I need eyes on Bex…now…I start to move towards the stairs, and I look up to see Dani running full tilt at Four.
Tension is still buzzing under everything. But it all feels far away, like I’m standing in the middle of a storm, and the sound is muffled. Because suddenly my brain is trying to process too many things at once.
Razor hitting her.
The look on Mara’s face the last time I saw her.
Angel’s questions.
The trafficking ring.
Bex standing there telling the entire club she didn’t trust us.
Didn’t trust me.
The way she barely reacted to getting hit that hard.
My chest feels tight, like something heavy is pressing down on it.I need to see my wife.
What the hell am I even supposed to say to her?
I walked out that door and left her in a place she has told me repeatedly that she doesn't feel safe in… and didn’t tonight prove her right.
I just stood there.
I put my need to fulfill the promise I made to Angel’s dad, to our old President, before protecting my wife.