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“Onix, what. . .” Dakota starts to say before Onix interrupts her.
“Call, call,” she stammers, “call someone.”
“What?” my heart is racing, and I can feel bile rising at the back of my throat. I walk out and stare at Dakota and Onix at the end of the corridor. I pull my phone out of my dress pocket and dial Dash. Please answer, I think.
“Hey babe,” he answers, “what’s up?”
“Come to the house,” I must be in shock, because the calmness that I am feeling is bound to snap and then I know that I am going to break apart but now we need to get out of here because the killer could come back at any time or maybe he’s still here.
“What house?”
“My house,” I say.
“What the hell are you doing there?” he mutters.
“Hurry,” I say.
“Alaska, what’s wrong?” I can hear his bike roaring into life, which tells me that he’s on his way.
“There’s a dead woman here,” I whisper, but I know he heard me when he swears and then the line goes dead.
“What?” Dakota gasps at my statement, her hand moving towards her chest, her complexion pale.
“I think we should go to the car.” At my statement, both women turn and hurry towards the front door without another word. I hurry after them, I will never come back to this house again I thought that we could have a nice romantic time with our men and just have a nice time together here today but instead it has turned into a nightmare. This house has brought nothing but bad memories, and I don’t ever want to see it again.
The things that I was here to collect today can stay here as I don’t know if the killer touched anything. My mind feels like it has been branded with the image of that poor woman. Onix and Dakota are already in the car, I slide in closing the door behind me only now realizing that I left the front door wide open.
“Did you see who it was?” Dakota asks in a choked voice.
“No,” my voice is gruff with the pressure I feel in my throat. “Dash is coming,” I murmur as I place my hand over my mouth, trying to keep down the sickness that I feel attacking me.
“We should go,” Dakota says urgently.
“We can’t, we found a dead body,” Onix says as she rubs her hands over her face, “I don’t think I will ever get that image out of my mind.” I slide my hand over hers and squeeze in comfort as I know exactly what she means. Is this what the guys have had to live with, these images of all the women they have found?
I hear the sound of a bike and know that Dash is close. The knot in my stomach tightens another notch. “Should we call the police?” Dakota asks.
“Let the men decide what to do,” I say, thinking back to what they had to do before so that the cops didn’t think that one of the Wolverine were involved in these killings. Dash rides into the Driveway, his tires squealing at the abrupt breaking. He is off his bike and opening the car door in seconds.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes traveling over my face and body, finally lifting to look at the other women.
“She’s in the bathroom,” Onix says with a break in her voice. There is the roar of more bikes approaching and then King, Hunter, Blue, Gunner and Hawk ride in. Dash strokes my cheek tenderly before he stands up straight to look at the others.
“She’s in the bathroom,” he says.
“Have you been in there?” King asks.
“No,” Dash replies.
“Good, we stay out here and call the cops,” King says, and I hear Gunner already on his phone speaking to someone.
“He’s trying to frame us,” Blue mutters as he gets off his bike his body tensed as he starts pacing, “Motherfucker needs to be skinned.”
“The cops are on the way,” Gunner says, “how are the women?” everyone talking at the same time is starting to confuse me as my mind is jumbled with shock. I can hear Hunter's worried comments and Hawk as he enfolds Onix in a tight hug. Dash is squatting down next to the open door of the car, his hand stroking my cheek again.
“Look at me,” his voice penetrates the fuzz that is my brain. Turning my head, I look into his beautiful green eyes, his face now as familiar to me as my own. “Don’t let the evil of someone eat away at you, babe.” His quiet words have the floodgates bursting. When the first tear streaks down my cheek then I can’t hold back my horror anymore.
“Shht,” one minute I’m sitting in the car, the next I feel Dash’s arms under my knees as he pulls me out of the car and into his arms, holding me close to his chest. “It’s okay,” Dash murmurs against my neck as he comforts me.
