Henley appeared around the other side of me, crouching down about two feet away.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you hurt?”
I shook my head rapidly, moving my foot as the flow of coffee aimed in my direction.
“This isn’t good, sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
He groaned, reaching down to lift me up into his arms, stepping over the mess and heading for the panic room.
“I meant, I don’t want you getting hurt. Did it burn you?”
I shook my head again, looping my arms around his neck as he carried me effortlessly down the stairs. Sean would have said I’m too fat to carry, but Henley didn’t even hesitate to pick me up.
“Let’s sit you here while I check you over.” I didn’t protest as he checked the bottoms of my jeans and carefully lifted them to check my skin.
“Looks like it didn’t even soak through properly. You’re okay?” He lifted those warm brown eyes to mine and I felt a little of the panic dissipate.
“What’s happening?”
He forced a smile, but neither of us were buying it.
“Just making sure that-”
“No bullshit, please. Truth, Henley.”
He sighed, moving onto the sofa and grabbing my hand, checking the burn on my arm as he did. It was something he’d done constantly, always checking my sleeve wasn’t slipping over it, even though it was pinned, making sure it wasn’t hurting me. He cared so deeply. I needed that right now. Maybe I’d always needed it.
“Sean’s on the move,” he said suddenly, and even though I’d guessed that’s what had happened, my heart still thudded in my chest, and I glanced up at the open door at the top of the stairs.
“It’s okay, he’s nowhere near here, and we’ve got guys on their way here. They’ll stay overnight to back us up.”
“It won’t help. Nothing will. He’ll find me. He always finds me.”
Henley cupped my cheek to turn my face towards his.
“Not on my watch, sweetheart, I promise. He’s never getting within ten feet of you. I’ll always be between you and him, okay?”
I tried to pull away, but he tutted, firming his grip on my face, not hurting me, but not letting me hide.
“Don’t do that, Glory. This isn’t something that you’re causing. This is all him, and he’s going down, okay?”
Henley’s phone dinged in his pocket and he pulled it out to check the message.
“The guys are here. I’m going to let them in, and I’m closing you in here, okay? Don’t come out unless you hear my voice.”
Chapter Eighteen
It was one thingafter another, first watching one of my prospect brothers getting patched in, and I mean, obviously Rocket was just retaking his place, but it was still a big deal. Me? I was still rocking the fucking prospect cut with Joe, Simon, and Joey and truthfully, if they ended up patched in first, I just might lose my patience.
All of that paled in comparison to the call I got from Grease as I was about to leave the clubhouse. Sean was missing.Missing. They were supposed to be watching him, and somehow, he’d slipped the fucking net. The one thing they were sure of was that he was nowhere near my house, because they’d hacked my cameras and security and monitored the outside. I had no idea they could do that kind of stuff, but despite the breached privacy issue, it was a fucking relief. They had eyes on my place, and they knew he wasn’t there. Well, unless he was already inside.
I don’t know how I even made it home alive, I was pushing it so fucking fast, just to get there as quickly as possible. Seeing her standing in my hallway, eyeing me worriedly, was a relief formore than once reason. Firstly, thank fuck, he was nowhere near her, but also? She wasn’t hiding in the man cave, which she’d dubbed the ‘panic room’. Still, the new problem was keeping her safe until we found the fucker.
I opened my door to Harley, Rocket, and Grease, letting them in with their kit. Whatever the hell they’d brought, I didn’t know or care.
“I need to get back to Glory, she’s downstairs.”
