Someone took Huddy?!
“Gotcha,” Cale growls, “Fucking Cherri handed him over to mama at the back gate twenty minutes ago.”
“Follow them, brother,” Blade encourages while still glaring at a sorrowful-looking Psycho before my phone rings, gaining everyone’s attention and Cale’s head instantly pops up, our eyes locking.
The guilt for not finding me shines in his eyes, and anger courses through me as I glare at Psycho, who flinches, and I snap at him, “Cale isn’t god, he can’t find someone who tried to hide their tracks expecting to die, jackass!”
“Shit,” Fury mutters, hearing my truth, while Psycho tilts his head and gives me sad eyes, but I shake my head and look at my phone before quickly answering, “Tom?”
Cale stands, giving me a stern look while his brothers look the other way, not willing to get involved, knowing I’m being called in.
“I know I said I’d give you two weeks but Emma called in sick and there’s a house fire, Ivy and Venom’s mama’s house,” he says and I stand up straight and promise, “I’ll meet you at the firehouse, get my gear ready,” before I hang up and keeping eye contact with Cale I state, “I know where Clara is with Hudson, she’s set her house on fire.”
The brothers all curse, and I rush down the last few steps before Cale is on me, giving me a look.
“They need me, Cale, and honestly, I think I need this,” I admit quietly, and his jaw ticks before he nods, then commands, “Get on the back of my bike,” causing my mouth to part a little as the brothers file out. I mean he already got my name tattooed on his neck, claiming me, I shouldn’t be surprised.
I nod, knowing I can’t argue with him and I rush out after the brothers.
I climb on Cale’s bike before he climbs on before me and demands, “Hold me around my waist tightly and keep your legs away from the pipes.”
I do as I’m told and I ask, “What happened to the side of your bike?” noticing the large scrape marks down the side and he admits, “Trashed it after finding out you were missing,” shocking me before he starts his bike and shouts, “Hold on, kitten,” and I squeeze him tighter, trying to ignore the pain in my back, little Huddy on my mind.
Five minutes later, breaking all speeding laws, Cale stops outside the firehouse and helps me off his bike. I go to move, hoping he doesn’t realize I have his gun, my intent on grabbing it now clear, but he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him.
Our eyes connect as he rasps, “Please, for the love of god, don’t go doing something stupid, kitten, because I am telling you now, where you go, I go.”
“Cale,” I choke, seeing his sincerity as my eyes race between his.
He shake his head and states, “Years, fucking years I have always gotten in your business and I’ve now realized why – you are my person, my heart,” his eyes race between mine as he confesses, “I love you, Raya Wilson,” shocking me before he presses his lips against mine quickly then pulls back and revs his bike saying loudly, “I’ll see you at Clara’s,” no longer calling her mama.
I swallow hard as I watch him speed down the road, before I shake my head and, ignoring my pain, I run towards the firehouse.
Tom notices me first and frowns seeing the state of me, but before he can say anything, I put my hand up and lie, “Took on a fight with a horse and I lost and never again will I go horse riding, now, let’s go put out this fire.”
He blinks then nods, falling for my lie and I quickly put my gear on and climb into the truck while he gets in the driver’s seat and puts the sirens on. The feel of Cale’s gun in the back of my jeans at the front of my mind knowing I’m about to add the first female to my kill list just so the club doesn’t have to do it.
I just hope Cale and Ivy don’t hate me afterwards.
Chapter 25
Venom
I watch the carnage, pissed at the cops not allowing us to rush into the burning building before us, flames slowly rising while I stand beside a distraught Psycho who keeps looking my way.
He fucked up, big time, and he knows it.
I get he’s concerned about Hudson, so am I, he’s my nephew, my blood and Clara has gone fucking money crazy but to basically accuse Raya’s trauma on my lack of knowledge in finding her. It fucking hurt and he’s lost my trust in him and so has my sister because let’s face it, it came from her and he let his mouth run out of fear.
“Tom, take the side and start with the big hose,” I hear Raya shout, and I look her way.
Pride fills me as I see her spraying the house, ignoring her pain, as more firefighters show up to help with the blaze, knowing there’s a child inside.
I heard him cry when I got here, along with the brothers, all cursing out the cops for keeping us back while Ivy screamed in terror.
I should be comforting my sister, but I just fucking can’t, not right now.
I didn’t sleep for four days, and even two days later, I have barely shut my fucking eyes, worried Raya won’t be breathing if I do. Yet, she’s accusing me of not trying my hardest to find her? Of taking too long?
