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Chapter Thirty
I took Sugar to her house to collect her shit, she didn’t argue when I told her to pack enough clothes to last her a while. With Peter having the guts to show up at a fucking MC funeral and just pluck her away, I was beginning to realize that this asshole had bigger balls than I’d given him credit for. Either that, or he was just plain fucking crazy, and neither of those would bode well for us. So Sugar needed to be where she could be the best protected.
That, and I needed to pull my head out of my ass and find some information about him that we could use to take him down. Eric was right about that much at least.
With Sugar’s headspace still not quite right, I managed to sneak her in the back door and rush her upstairs to my room. With the party still going on full speed ahead, no one noticed us making a break for it, or asking us to stick around.
I knew Optimus would want to talk to her soon, but for tonight, I wanted my brothers and our family to focus on Slider. That and I wasn’t sure whether she would be able to cope with giving him an explanation right now, after such a massive scare.
Sugar was safe now, this could wait.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her as she took a seat on the edge of my bed and I reached over, starting up my computer setup.
She fell backward, her arms above her head. “Completely drained, as usual, when I have an episode.”
“Just relax. Have a sleep,” I told Sugar as I sat beside her and brushed the hair from her face. “I’m gonna do some digging, everything else can wait until tomorrow.”
She turned to look at me, her eyes were dazed and tired. “What do you think Op is gonna say?”
I could hear the trepidation in her voice, and as much as I wanted to reassure her, I knew honesty was the best. “He’s gonna be upset… maybe angry. But you have to remember that it’s because he gives a shit about you. He loves you, and he doesn’t want to see you hurt.”
She licked her dry lips. “I didn’t want to see him hurt either.”
I dipped my head and brushed my lips across hers. “Don’t think about it now, we’ll deal with it tomorrow.”
She reluctantly nodded and shuffled herself up the bed. Then she slipped off her clothing and climbed in under the covers. “I love you,” she whispered softly, making my heart soar.
“I love you, too,” I replied, taking a step back. “Now go to sleep.”
She nodded, but her eyes were already half-closed, her body completely drained as per usual when she had an episode or a stressful day.
I sat at my computer, tapping away at the keys. This was my element, this was where my strengths lay. I was going to pull out everything and anything I could find on this fucking asshole, and I was going to burn him to the goddamn ground.
He couldn’t hide from me.
No one fucking could.
If there were skeletons in his closet I would find them, and then I would use them against him because he fucked with the wrong woman.
My woman.
It was late afternoon the next day when I finally pulled Sugar from the bedroom and headed downstairs. She was still feeling out of sorts, but she understood now just how important it was that the club—our family—knew now what we were dealing with.
She’d tried to fight it too long on her own.
She’d tried to protect us, but now it was our turn to protect her.
Optimus was sitting in the dining room having lunch with Chelsea, Harlyn, Blizzard, Rose, and Jayla. There were still brothers floating around from the other chapters, but for the most part they’d paid their respects and had left for the long ride home.
Op saw us come in and I nodded my head. He said a quiet word to the table and Chelsea rose with him, while Rose kissed Blizzard softly and pulled the girls in closer, directing their attention to a picture book in front of them as the others moved away.
“Church,” Op nodded as he took Chelsea’s hand and we followed behind as we moved through the clubhouse and into the room we used for church. Chelsea pulled up a chair beside Op, and Blizzard took his usual seat while Sugar and I sat opposite, her sweaty palm closed in mine.
The room was quiet, and Chelsea offered Sugar a supportive smile. She needed it.
Taking a deep breath, she laid her heart and soul on the table. “There are so many pieces to this, I just don’t know where to start,” she said softly, looking to me. “I guess I’ve tried to run from myself and my past for too long now and it’s caught up to me. I thought I could handle it on my own, but as it turns out by doing that I’m just digging myself into a hole and hurting more people.”
Optimus nodded. “We need to know what we’re dealing with so that we can help. The club is family, and you are part of that family. One person’s problems impact on us all. But that’s what makes us strong, the fact that we pull together when one person is feeling weak.”
