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“I don’t guess, I know, but I often get a second valuation to endorse my original one. Many professionals do that to ensure we aren’t over-valuing items. Reid is the best out there. He’s young for this business, but he knows his shit.”
“And you, young lady, have an impeccable reputation. You’re in the top ten for valuations and authenticating items. Well known across the world,” a voice spoke from the doorway, and to my surprise, Mr Kenna appeared. The elderly gentleman held a bunch of peach roses with baby’s breath threaded through them. I gave him a painful smile as he hustled forward.
“Mr Kenna,” I whispered.
He looked at Manny, who reluctantly shifted his ass and sat back in his chair. And Mr Kenna took his place at my bedside and leant over and studied my face. He pursed his lips, and his eyes narrowed on my injuries, and then he picked up my hand and dropped a kiss on my bandages. Mr Kenna turned to Drake.
“I know who you are,” he announced. Drake gave him a chin lift.
“Twenty-four hours,” Drake said curiously. Mr Kenna relaxed, and he returned Drake’s chin tilt. I wondered what the twenty-four hours was about.
“That will do, young man,” Mr Kenna replied. “Sinclair, you look remarkably better than last night, my dear girl, but not as beautiful as you usually are.”
I tried to give him a smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Drake sit up and then Manny did. Mr Kenna took note as well.
“Quick twenty-four hours; I can visit with the child,” the old man said.
Drake shot Mr Kenna a look.
“Two prospects will be here soon, Slate and Hunter. You’ll stay,” Drake didn’t ask, as much as he told Mr Kenna. Mr Kenna nodded.
“Sinclair won’t be alone. Please give him my regards too.”
I glanced up at Mr Kenna, and it clicked.
“No!” I hissed, reaching out and grasping Manny’s wrist. “Don’t get into trouble for me.” Manny looked down, anger in his expression, and then it softened. He bent down and dropped a kiss on my head.
“No trouble, girl,” Manny reassured and left before I could stop him. Scrabbling, I reached for Drake and just caught his hand.
“Drake, please, no trouble,” I whispered, a tear trailing down my face.
Drake reached out and touched my cheek, catching the tear on his finger. He glanced down and then impassively up at me.
“Nobody raises a hand to a Rage woman, no one babe, he’ll live, but he’ll never beat a woman again. I promise no backlash,” Drake spoke harshly and followed Manny.
I looked helplessly at Mr Kenna.
“If I was twenty years younger, dear child, I’d be out that door after him,” he told me, and I settled back, lost in thoughts. Rage had found Mr Rouse; I knew it even without them telling me. I just hoped they’d take him to the police, and then I remembered the fury in Jett’s eyes and the anger on Manny and Drake’s faces. Now, I prayed Mr Rouse would make it to the police station.
Chapter Six.
Jett
Jett scowled at the guy who cringed, shaking in front of Rage. They were in Rage’s mess room, a building far from the clubhouse and hidden in the forest where Rage did wet work. Jett stood surrounded by his brothers while Rouse kept searching for an exit. Jett noted Rouse’s bruised and broken knuckles. Rouse was a foot taller than Sin and weighed twice as much as her. This man had beaten Jett’s woman over stupid letters and put Sin in hospital. Jett didn’t feel charitable.
Jett took two steps forward, and the man’s frightened gaze came to Jett’s expression. Rouse swallowed audibly and coughed to clear his throat. Jett watched, his face a mask of fury.
“I wasn’t aware the girl was linked to your gang,” Rouse finally said, fear in his voice.
“No? So if Sinclair wasn’t, it would have been okay to beat a defenceless, innocent female?” Drake asked from behind Jett.
Rock and Lex had tracked Rouse by his photo and found the cowardly asshole at home. Hawthorne had met them there, arriving minutes later. Rouse sported a bruise on his chin where Lex had clocked and knocked him out. Hawthorne, Lex, and Rock had piled Rouse into a van parked outside his door and brought Rouse here.
“All Montgomery needed to do was to sell me the fucking letters!” Rouse shrieked.
“They weren’t fuckin’ yours to take; they were Sin’s and hers to do what she wanted with,” Manny growled.
“I offered to pay. That bitch wouldn’t pull them. Greedy whore kept saying they’d sell for more than I was offering,” the man whimpered. Rouse continued stepping backwards and banged into Ezra, who pushed Rouse back into Jett’s range.
