“Please…” I whisper to myself as I press the emergency button, then the medical ID button. “Please be in here.” I whisper again as I take a deep breath when I see multiple contacts, but press Zane’s name as soon as my eyes land on it.
“Drew, let me call you back.”
I hear him say as I punch in his number into my phone, just in case. “Zane.” I gasp out. As fucked as this whole situation is, I can’t help but feel my stomach tightening just at the sound of his voice.
I can hear him hush someone through the phone. “This isn’t Drew. Who the fuck is this?” His voice completely changing through the sentence, and I imagine him getting up and pacing around his office. I’m assuming that he’s only asking me who it is to verify who he already believes it to be. At least, that’s what I’m hoping he’s doing.
“It’s Tatum.”
“Why do you have my sister’s phone?” He doesn’t sound surprised.
I should talk faster, but I’m not worried about them leaving just yet… and of course, as soon as I think that, the door to the bar opens up behind me.
“Fuck.” I snap out as I see him dragging her in the opposite direction of where I am.
“Tatum!” I can hear him shout into the phone as I rush towards them.
“Wait, can you help me?” I’m shouting at the piece of shit who has his arm around her like he’s trying to help keep her stable. “Do you know…”
“No.” He snaps back as I continue to run over towards him.
“I just need directions…”
“I’m not from here.”
“Is she okay?” I ask him.
“Yes.” He glares back at me.
“Are you sure, because it looks like…”
“Look,” He shouts as he turns around and she trips over her own feet, falling into the side of the car he’s standing in front of. “Mind you own fucking business, my girlfriend’s just had a bit to drink.”
I glance back at her again and her eyes open as she’s squinting, looking at me, and I can see in her eyes that she recognizes me, but she can’t remember where from. “Drew!” I call out to her and I see his eyes as he realizes I know her.
My head smacks the wall behind me as he shoves me away and I have to shake my head a couple of times to keep from blacking out, focusing. He’s backing out of the spot as I finally stabilize myself and I rush over to my car, flinging the door open, and turning the engine over. I can hear Zane shouting from where the phone is at in my lap.
“Where the fuck are you?” Zane shouts into the phone as I press it back against my ear. “What the fuck is going on?”
“I’m sending you my location. I’m following them. I’m right behind them.” I share my location with him from my cell phone
“Tatum, please don’t lose them.” His use of the word please shocks me.
I can’t help but chuckle. “I won’t.”
?
Bumper to bumper cars is all I see as we come flying around the turn. I split the lanes to weave through the cars, but I can already see the smoke.
“No, no, no.” I whisper to myself as I pull back on the throttle, propel myself forward, putting distance between myself and the rest of the club. I know that Axe and the rest of the guys are behind me as we get closer to the smoke cloud. Swerving between 2 cars, moving onto the shoulder of the road, and I speed as fast as I can go until I see the cars. A car, I already recognize the white Volkswagen as being Tatum’s car, is T-boned.
As we approach the scene, I watch a man exit the car. I’m guessing that from the force of the collision, it took him a moment to realize what happened. He’s walking over to Tatum’s car, he’s eyeing her and shouting. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but I know that he’s pissed. When he hears the bikes approaching and he looks over at me. I rushed out of the office and sped out of the parking lot so fast that my helmet was still on the ground there. So, when he looks at me, our eyes lock.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” I shout at him, even though I know there’s no way he can hear me, but by the look in his eyes I can tell he knows what I’m saying.
He looks around quickly before he runs away from the scene. I motion back to the prospect and my enforcer as they speed off after him. Nitro and Axe both jump off of their bikes with me and I look over at them, torn between who to go to.
Which I shouldn’t be. It’s Drew, and I’ve only met Tatum twice.
