I wanted to ask him about his day. What had made it go to shit? How would he fix it?
As I rode toward the clubhouse, a black SUV drove behind me. I looked over my shoulder and when I saw who was in the vehicle, my bike stuttered beneath me.
He didn’t belong here.
I pulled off to the side before turning down the road that led to the clubhouse, allowing the SUV to pass by me. My helmet kept him from seeing my face, and neither the driver nor his passenger paid me any mind as they drove past.
Climbing off my bike, I removed my helmet and set it on the seat. Then, I dug a pair of binoculars out of my saddlebag andwatched the vehicle as it pulled into the parking lot. The two men climbed out and walked inside.
Pulling my phone out, I quickly dialed Val’s number.
“Come on, Val, answer the phone.”
My hand went to the back of my head and I scratched at my scalp. The feeling of bugs crawling under my skin was unbearable.
“Pick up the phone, Val. Please.” I pleaded with the one person I never wanted to let down, knowing she couldn’t hear me.
The call finally connected and before she could say hello, I breathed, “Val, Sin is here.”
“What?” she cried out. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I was riding toward the clubhouse when they pulled up behind me. I pulled over and let them pass, but I can see the clubhouse from where I am. Sinclair and Rowen went inside.”
I held the phone in one hand and dug my fingernail into my neck. The helpless feeling was worse than the sadness. Worse than the shame.
Picking up my binoculars, I focused on keeping my hands busy. It made it harder to concentrate, but Val needed me right now.
“Kytten, I need to know what is going on.”
“I can’t get into the clubhouse without him seeing me. Without them all knowing who I am. Do you want me to tell them who I am and why I’m there?”
“No, not yet. Not unless we have to.”
I peered through the lenses as the door opened. “Someone’s coming out.” I closed my eyes against the sight before me. I didn’t want to tell Val what I was seeing.
“Kytten, what’s happening? Is he leaving?”
“Yes. But, Val—” I paused. Tears formed in my eyes. The thought of breaking Val’s heart, of causing her pain, made me sick to my stomach. Bile rose in my throat as the tears dried up.
I dropped the binoculars, my hand going to my back pocket. The knife was open and slicing into my skin before I even realized what I was doing. Blood trickled down my leg, giving me the strength I needed to say the words that she needed to hear.
“What, Kytten?” Val yelled into the phone.
“Sin took Dante.”
Chapter Five
Cash
I sat in King’s office where he had been hiding for days, ever since he kissed Grace in front of everyone. The day Crispin Sinclair had alluded to kidnapping her.
We didn’t know at the time he was full of shit. He took Dante with him, and Sypher, Ghost, and Jingles followed them to New York. They were all home now, and Grace had been safe the whole time.
Only King didn’t know that and he let his emotions get the best of him. For two years, he had pretended there was nothing between him and Grace. But the way his face went white as a sheet at the thought of her being taken proved what we all suspected.
We didn’t ask for details when Jingles told us Jane was dead. But it pissed King off that Sypher had blown up his life for fucking nothing. He had never needed the Microdrive. Dante was stronger than we all thought. Who would have suspected there was a devil hiding inside the kid.
Though it made sense.
