As soon as I turn my truck off, I see the front door open. Jane comes rushing out to me. I’m barely around the hood of the truck when Jane slams into me, her arms wrapping around me. Wrapping my arms around her as I kiss her head, I’m able to breathe again. Hearing her fear and sobs on the phone just about broke me.
“They were in my house when I was there, Rory. They could have come into my bedroom and—”
“Shhh, beautiful. Don’t think about could-have-beens and what-ifs. Those things only lead to more fear and anxiety.”
“What’s goin’ on?” Tim asks from next to me.
“Whoever is leaving me this shit was in my house while I was napping. They werethere.”
Looking at Tim over Jane’s head, I can see the rage take over his body. He goes stiff and in a low and menacing voice, he asks, “What? You mean they were there while my little princess slept and could have…”
Nodding at him, I feel my rage is only being contained by having my woman in my arms.
“They didn’t get in while we’ve been here. We followed Jane back from the clubhouse and I’ve been out here. Ben’s been out back the whole time.”
“Oh God, they were hiding in my house somewhere while I did laundry and cleaned. Oh God, I took a shower and they could’ve seen me naked.”
Anger on a level I’ve never felt washes over me. This fucker is dead.
I see the same rage on Tim’s face and know without speaking he is more than on board with taking this bastard’s last breath as soon as humanly possible.
Hearing the roar of multiple Harleys coming this way, I know more than just Jon and Juan are coming.
“Ben’s coming around from the back now too. He’s gonna probably lose his shit.”
“Knowing my brothers, he ain’t the only one.”
I think Juan is off his bike before the engine stops and Jon ain’t far behind.
I can tell when Juan touches her back as her crying stops for a second.
Barely above a whisper, I hear, “Don’t be mad at me, please.”
What? Why would we be mad at her?
“Babygirl. Come here.” I let her go, so she can turn around and go to Jon.
As soon as he’s got her in his arms, he asks what’s on all our minds.
“Why the fuck do you think we’d be mad at you?”
“’Cause I didn’t go stay with you the first time they got into my house when I wasn’t home. I was stubborn and put myself in this position. If I had just listened, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Beautiful, listen carefully. None of this is your fault.”
“He’s right, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’ve got a right to be safe in your own home.” Juan looks like he’s holding on by a thread, the need to go fucker hunting getting greater by the second.
“No, I was only thinking about what I wanted and not what was best or safest.”
“That’s your fucking mother coming out of your mouth.”
Ben looks like he’s got murder in his eyes and honestly, I’m not sure who he wants to kill more—Jane’s mom or the fucker doing this.
Jon grabs her chin to get her attention.
“Look at me, babygirl. This isnotyour fault. You didn’t do anything to warrant any of this. Some sick fuck is playing a game and we are going to find out who and take care of them. No one scares our woman and gets away with it like this.”
“Can I change my mind?”
