Never stopped talking about getting out of here.
The anger dies almost as fast as it came. Because the memory hits right behind it.
Her voice, calm and clear.
I don't feel safe here.
I don't like living here.
This place isn't a home.
I swallow hard, because she fucking told me. She told me in a hundred different ways, and I kept thinking she'd get used to it. That eventually she'd settle in and understand this life.
My head is pounding now, pressure building behind my eyes.
"Fuck."
I turn in a slow circle. Looking for something. Anything.
A note, a sign... a fucking direction to follow to find my wife.
Nothing.
Just the quiet room.
My chest tightens as my head spins. She bent… I forced her to keep bending until… we broke…
I need to find her.
Right now.
I turn toward the door and head back into the hallway at a run, boots hammering down the stairs. The noise of the clubhouse crashes back over me the second I hit the bottom.
Four is standing off to the side of the room. Dani is in front of him, hands gripping his cut like she's making sure he's real. He's listening to her, but his eyes are scanning the room.Watching everything.
My eyes sweep the crowd, looking for one person, scanning the destruction of the room. I need to find the prospect. The kid I told to keep an eye on Bex. Where the hell is he...
My gaze lands on him, standing behind Razor and three of the guys that always circle him. The second I see that something cold slides down my spine. I cross the room fast, and the kid straightens when he sees me coming. His face goes pale.
"Where the fuck is she?" I demand.
He blinks, stuttering, "What?"
"My wife." The words come out like a growl. "You were supposed to keep an eye on her."
His mouth opens and closes without making a sound
Razor shifts beside him, saying, "She's not yours anymore."
My head snaps toward him, and that’s when I register the state he is in. His nose is swollen twice its normal size and crooked slightly to one side. Two dark bruises were already blooming under his eyes. Blood crusted along the edge of one nostril.
My stomach drops. “What the fuck happened?”
I take a step towards him, flexing my hands at my side to keep from plowing my fists into his smug fucking face.
"She said she was done," Razor says. "Not your ol' lady anymore."
Something about the way he says it makes my stomach twist.