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“I need club help. I have a woman I need to bring there to disappear.”
“What do you need?” It was a demand more than a question. Lemon was now all business. The VP of Grim Road.
This surprised me. I knew Lemon was protective of the women and kids in the compound, but I had no idea how that would translate to someone she didn’t know. Instead of asking a lot of questions before making a decision, or deferring to Rocket, Lemon simply demanded to know what I needed.
“She needs to disappear, Lemon. Then I need to go hunting.”
“How many men do you want ready?” Again, no questions asked about why. Just what did I need.
“I’ll discuss it with Rocket. I’ll need his help planning because this could have some serious blowback, so I’ll defer to him.”
“I’ll have Rocket call church. Can you get details to Crush discreetly so we can make a game plan?” Which was code for can I do it in a way that couldn’t be traced back to me or to the club. Thankfully, Crush and Byte already had that system in place. It was the first thing they’d done when Lemon took over as VP after the incident with Hammer and Claw.
“Tell him I’ll text him what I have.”
“What does she need, Bullet? What do I need to have ready to make her comfortable?”
God, this woman was the perfect vice president. I know a few of the guys were leery or even outright objected when Bear had first brought us the idea to make Lemon vice president, but I knew without a doubt it had been the right choice. The more time passed, the more I knew I’d been right. Bear had been right.
“A comfortable room with enough space I can have some hospital equipment brought in. Can you get her some clothes too? Loose-fitting stuff.”
“I’ll have it by the afternoon. What do you need to get her home?”
“Tell Knox I’ll call him. I’ll need something easy for her to get in and out of. Might need the RV so she can lie down.”
“We’ll get it ready. You bring her home, and we’ll take care of her.”
“Thanks, Lemon.”
“We’re family, Bullet. We take care of our own.”
As I ended the call, I shook my head. I honestly wasn’t sure that I got what Lemon had been talking about until this very moment. I was Air Force. I’d had brothers in arms and we were very close for a while. I hadn’t had that relationship with anyone since right before I’d been recruited by the CIA. After that, I learned the less said the better. To protect CeCe, I’d take all the help I could get.
“Why’d he call you Bullet?” CeCe’s words were slurred, and she could only open one eye. Probably the pain meds. She was on a pain pump, which I’d have to transition. No way I was doing the kind of paperwork it would take to get that thing and the meds out of this hospital. Once we left here, she was going to disappear off the face of the fucking Earth.
“It’s my road name, honey. Long story, but we’ll have all the time in the world to talk about it. Just not now. Right now, I need to get you ready to move.”
“Where’m I goin’?”
“Home with me. My real home with all my family. They’re all gonna protect you, and I’m going to kill the son of a bitch who did this to you.”
Chapter Six
Cecilia
My world was foggy and disjointed. I thought Atticus had told me he was going to kill someone, but that couldn’t be right. I hadn’t seen Atticus since I’d left him after that one night. I think the pain in my heart was worse than the pain from the beating I’d gotten later.
I was sure I’d wake up with Marco or one of Ettore’s capos standing over me. No. Not a capo. I wasn’t that important. It would be one of his soldiers ready to pick up where Marco had left off. The only question was, how long would this go on before they let me die?
“Yeah. I have everything ready. She’s not ready to leave yet, but I don’t think we have a choice.”
I wasn’t sure who was speaking, but I thought it sounded like Atticus. But that was crazy. I knew it wasn’t Ettore. He’d never take the time to come to the hospital over a whore. Marco either. Like he gave a shit. Ettore finally let him do what he wanted to me and it had been everything I’d expected. My only surprise was that I wasn’t dead. Yet. Likely an oversight on his part.
The conversation continued, but it was one-sided. Was someone talking on the phone? “No. I can take care of her at the compound. I can get everything I need other than narcotics. She had a small brain bleed, but the CT they took this morning just came back. It’s improved and she doesn’t seem to have any motor or speech deficits other than what was caused by the pain medicine. Kid’s a fuckin’ lightweight, but that’s actually a good thing. Means it will be easier to keep her pain under control until it’s manageable.” Another pause. “Yeah. Be here in an hour. I’ll have everything ready by then.”
“Who’s there?” I tried not to sound like a scared kid, but my vision was still kind of blurry and I couldn’t tell who was in the room with me. It sounded like Atticus, but I couldn’t tell for sure.
“Hey, honey.” The voice that had been so hard-sounding a few moments ago was now soft and friendly. The bed beside me dipped and he took my hand in his. I thought he brushed his lips over the backs of my fingers, but I wasn’t sure. “It’s me. Atticus.”
