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My guts twisted, trying to decipher what she meant.
You idiot. You know what she meant.
That motherfucking monster had raped her.
“Son of a bitch!” I pounded my hand on the steering wheel over and over. “I’ll kill him if he isn’t already dead. I will storm the gates for Hell and slaughter the motherfucking animal!”
Why didn’t I stay and listen to her? Why didn’t I take her in my arms and comfort her?
My phone vibrated in my cut pocket. I took it out, hoping it was Reign. It wasn’t. How would she call me if she didn’t have a phone?
“What?” I answered Cobra’s call.
“Where are you?”
“On my way to the Rochester’s home.”
“Are you okay?”
“No.”
“You shouldn’t have left by yourself. What were you thinking?” my brother asked, concern in his voice.
“That I’m a grown-ass man and can do anything I want. Shit man. I needed to get out of there.”
“With the FF shit and the Hell’s Bells, it’s not safe traveling alone. What happened with Reign?”
Hearing her name made my heart hurt. “I fucked up. Went all alpha dickhead and totally disregarded what she’s been through with that fucker.” I didn’t mention the racist comment. That would only piss off Cobra and the rest of the family. My brothers and I treated women well. It would kill me if Reign believed I could assault her in such a violent manner.
“It’s a stressful time. She’ll understand.”
“Naw, I took it too far. So I left. Told her I’m done.”
“Done? What the hell does done mean?”
“I don’t really know. It’s just better for her if I’m gone.” For a while anyway. We both needed to get our heads straight and figure out what we wanted. If it was to be together, we weren’t going about it the right way.
“What’s your plan with her family?”
“I want to fly them to Minnesota. They’ll be safe at Storm’s compound. Reign too.”
“Hmm. Have you called him?”
“No. Sort of hoped you’d do it, Prez.”
Cobra sighed. “I can do it. Do you see Easton and Bone behind you?”
“Yeah.” I spotted them in my rearview mirror.
“Good. Don’t go off half-cocked anymore. You’ll get yourself killed or someone else.”
“I’ll try.”
“No, you’ll listen to your president, or I’ll lock your ass up.”
I snorted. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
“Christ, Buff. You know I don’t do well with other people’s emotions. Talk to Dad if you need to pour your heart out to someone. I’m not the person for that.”
