“Fuckin’ awful. Did you feel that slap?” she murmured as she put on dark glasses, even though there was minuscule light filtering through.
“Couldn’t miss it. If I’d have known, I wouldn’t have—”
“Not your fault, but that level of hate? Wow. It was breathtaking in its ferocity. Whoever this is, babe, they’re going to keep growing and consuming everything around them. You need to stop them. The malevolence underlying the hatred was jaw-dropping in its intensity. Be careful. Once he realises you’re involved, there’ll be hell to pay,” Heart warned as she winced.
“The backlash was equally powerful. Judas was stunned that I’d interfered. Somehow, I get the sense that he thought he was the only one. Now Judas knows there’s another telepath.”
“Judas?” Heart murmured, amused.
“Yeah, give him a name and take away the fear of the unknown,” I replied.
“Did Judas link to you?” Heart demanded.
“No. Judas doesn’t understand how. But, Heart, he blasted through your shields like they were butter,” I worried.
“That happens, and it’s nothing new. Overly strong emotions can break through my walls, you know that, Bells.”
“The fucker struck hard, no doubt about that. Did you sense the panic in Judas that he was losing control?”
“Yeah. That will give him a temporary boost of strength, but it won’t be sustainable, as he hasn’t built a solid foundation. This asshole is running purely off emotion,” Heart stated.
“Can’t deny that. Stitch and I are going to work on Drake for a couple of days, then we’ll head to RC. Judas needs finding because he’s too dangerous to leave free.”
Heart nodded and then leaned back on her pillows and closed her eyes. I felt guilty, but Judas was the one at fault. He’d pay soon enough.
“Fight me, Drake, put everything into patching that hole,” I urged.
Drake glowered as he squinted and fought to stop me poking through a gap in his wall. I caught a memory and dragged it up without remorse. I sensed Drake’s anguish as he stood over the body of his son and knew his fate lay in someone else’s hands. His son was dying, and in a miracle, Drake and another brother were a match. Klutz—I grabbed the name from Drake’s mind—was going under the knife to save Micah.
I tore the memory apart, showing Drake blood and death and sheer misery, torturing him mercilessly until Drake finally roared and slammed me out.
“Good!” I exclaimed. “That took too long, but the force you expelled me with was excellent.”
“Drake?” Phoe asked.
I wondered what he’d tell her. At first, I believed Phoe was overprotected, but I soon realised that wasn’t the case. Phoehad her own grit and wouldn’t let Drake get away with shit. No wonder she was a sister in Hellfire MC. That had to be fun. One half of the couple, Rage MC, and the other, Hellfire MC.
“Belladonna made me remember Fanatic’s accident. When the cult blew up Hellfire,” Drake rasped out. His emotion was evident, but it wasn’t a weakness as some might believe.
“And you shut her out?” Phoe continued.
“Yeah, I think so?” Drake looked to me for confirmation.
“Yes, you did. Just not as soon as I would have liked, but you actually did it. Now that you’ve fixed that hole, Stitch will apply some healing. Remember, it won’t be one hundred per cent, but it’s better than the Swiss cheese your brain currently is.”
“Wow, thanks,” Drake drawled.
“Let’s try again,” I said and attacked. Drake’s face scrunched in concentration, and he fought back.
Phoe
I curled into Drake’s side in the hotel room we’d booked. “How do you feel?”
“Raw. Even with Stitch giving me healing, I’ve got a slight headache. Belladonna is ruthless,” he replied.
“Can you believe these women exist?” I asked, still surprised by what I’d seen earlier.
“Yes and no.”
