Then again, that was probably due to the money of the club. Mark hadn’t told her much about the Savage Conquerors, but if a motorcycle club was run anything like a cartel, then she couldn’t help but imagine the worst.
There was no way of knowing if this would pan out. She didn’t even know what she was going to say. There was every possibility that they could be just like her father. That she could never set foot out of the front door again. She could be sold again.
Or killed.
They could shoot her on the spot.
But if they weren’t the ones to take Mark, then they might know who.
So it was worth the chance.
Even if she was terrified and felt like she was going to throw up.
A man opened the door and stepped outside, one hand held behind him and scowl aimed at her and the truck.
He looked the same.
Just older. But different too. In high school, just like her father her brothers had often been in dressy shirts and pants. A sign of the wealth that her father had. But now standing there seeing her oldest brother in jeans, a leather vest on his broad shoulders, the tattoos gleaming in the sun she knew that things at least in some ways were different.
Her heart clenched, and she had to lock her knees.
Up until now she had been brave.
Her thoughts consumed with her Mark.
Getting him back, come hell or high water.
But right then her bravado was leaving her.
She didn’t have anywhere else to turn to.
Her hands shook as she forced herself to get out of the truck and walk up the sidewalk. Keeping her hands at her side, the trembling in them giving her away.
“Hello, Tory,” she called softly, as she paused at the bottom of the steps.
“Winter?” His mouth gaped his face pale.
“Hello, brother.”
“Tory, man come on. Move.” A voice appeared from the inside, before her other brother appeared next to Tory.
“Winter.” He gasped, walking out onto the front porch.
“Hey, Ben,” she whispered, her heart in her throat.
“Oh my God!” Ben rushed forward and before she could brace, he had her in her arms, wrapped up tight. He was dressed much the same as Tory. Another vest on his chest, and as he wrapped his arms around her hugging her tight, the smell of leather came to her.
“Fuck!” He leaned back, setting her down on the ground. “We thought you died!” Then he leaned forward and hugged her again.
She watched over Ben’s shoulder as a pale faced Tory made his way down the steps to where she was clinging to her brother.
“Hello, little sister.” Ben let her go and she wrapped her arms around Tory, his arms tight enough to hurt.
But she didn’t care. The feeling was better than anything else she could have hoped for in that moment.
Except maybe being in Mark’s arms.
God.
