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“Storm.”
“No, don’t Storm me.” She gives me the hand and continues her rant. “You were kidnapped. Taken from outside a hospital. You’re lucky as all get out that you were able to get away. I mean what happens when that luck runs out and your streak ends? We could lose you. I could lose my best friend. My kids could lose the person who could teach them to do the best pranks and get away with it. We all could have lost you, and still, you have a target on your back. These guys aren’t people to be played with.”
“I know they aren’t,” I grumble, hating that she’s making me feel shitty with guilt. “And calm down. I’ve already told Lucky I wouldn’t get more involved. I’m done.”
“Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t done with you. For god’s sake, they kidnapped you.” She screeches the last part, coming out of her seat.
Her yelling gains others’ attention, including Blow, Lucky, and Nines, who had been in Blow’s office alongside a few others.
I look over to Lucky and find him staring at me, eyes focused and alert.
“What’s going on?” Blow asks, making his way toward us.
“Storm’s upset after I filled her in finally,” I answer with a sigh. “She’s ranting.”
“I’m not just upset, I’m pissed,” Storm snaps with a huff.
“We’ve got it covered,” Nines remarks calmly.
“Right, and you thought you had it covered when Meadow snuck out off club property too,” Storm states. Her nostrils flaring, and her chest heaving.
“Storm, I promise, nothing’s going to happen to me,” I say, hoping to calm her down. But then a thought pops into my mind, and tension ties knots between my shoulders as I remember what goons one and two threatened. No one had made any actions against the clubhouse or those within it. Still, this doesn’t mean they don’t have something planned. That they’re not preparing to strike.
I got away from them and maybe it was too easy. They had plenty of times to get me back when we were on the way from Colorado to home. Maybe they want me to feel at ease before they make their move.
Storm’s right. These aren’t men you mess with. They’re vicious. Monsters. They’re the ones you fear in the night when you’re checking under your bed.
I need to talk to Lucky and the others, but I can’t not with Storm here and her being upset the way she is. It’ll make things worse. I’ll bide my time and tell him when I can.
For now, I’ll get her to calm down.
Before I can do so, Blow moves in, scoops Storm in his arms, and carries her out of the room with her still shouting and ranting.
I guess he’ll be the one to calm her down. Like I said, when she gets started, there’s no stopping her rant. Usually, it’s funny as hell to see her riled, but being on the receiving end of it . . . yeah, not so much fun.
“Chels,” Lucky calls out as he steps closer to me and grips my chin between his fingers to get my attention. “What did I just see in your eyes?”
“What?” Confusion seeps in at his question. There’s no way he can read me that easily.
“Your mind wandered somewhere a moment ago and I want to know what it was about. I saw it in your eyes.”
“I . . .” I swallow nervously and lick my bottom lip. “You saw it in my eyes?”
“Yeah, baby, I saw it in your eyes. Last couple of days, you’ve made it easy to read,” he explains, surprising me even more.
Never before has anyone been able to read me.
Not once.
Not ever.
Shoot not even my dad had been able to. Nor my brother or mom.
“Now, baby, tell me what you were thinking.”
I lick my bottom lip and blink several times before opening my mouth to tell him my thoughts about what goons one and two threatened to do. I don’t leave anything from my thought process out. He listens and nods, understanding what I’m thinking and probably why.
I also know that he knows I put myself in the line of fire and most likely put an even bigger target on the back of those within these walls or associated with.
