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“Don’t they have that shack not too far from here?” Axe asks. “They’re not that intelligent, so if it is them, they wouldn’t think to run far away from us.”
“You’re right. They’re not that intelligent, and they’ll do whatever they can to get back at Avery and the club. It would be just like them to have her right under our noses.” Hammer shrugs, making a point, and he’s right. Those weaselly bastards would.
“I’m going to check it out,” Gunner emphatically advises.
I stand and open my mouth to say the same, hands planted on the table when Hammer gives the order.
“Savage, Dagger, Axe, y’all three come with us. Dagger, make sure you’ve got your bag.”
“Take her kit with you,” Delaney states, thrusting it in Gunner’s direction. “There’s a bottle of insulin and some syringes, along with her testing kit, so you can give her some. She’s gonna need it.”
I take the kit before Gunner can and start for my bike. I know exactly where this shack is, and they’ll be lucky if I find them there and she’s not. I might let them live. But if Honor’s there, well, that’s a different story altogether. They’ll regret going after her.
* * *
I pull in front of the shack, my gut tight, and the hairs on the back of my neck raise. She’s here. I just know it.
Something inside me is screaming it loud and clear.
Quickly, I park my truck, leaving it running. I left my bike at the clubhouse, just in case. Grabbing her kit, I stalk toward the shack, Gunner joining me along with the others.
I don’t bother with the handle and kick the door in. It splinters and comes off its hinges. I step inside, the smell of urine strong. Curled in a small ball on a mattress in the middle of the floor lies Honor, beaten and bloody. I move to her, not giving a damn about the smell, and roll her to her back.
“Grab me a blanket,” I call out, keeping the others from seeing her until I have her covered, including her brother.
Dagger comes forward with one and drops down to her other side. “Fuck me. She’s going to need more help than I can give her.”
“What about her insulin shit?” Gunner asks.
“I’ll administer what she needs for now, but we’ve got to get her to the hospital,” Dagger answers, taking the kit from my hand.
The moment he’s done, I scoop her in my arms and carry her to my truck, Gunner right on my heels. I climb in the passenger seat while he gets in behind the wheel.
I drop my gaze to her and stare into her battered face, a thought of anguish crossing my thoughts. How do I fix what I fucked up with her when the damage I’ve caused is nothing compared to this. How do I repair something so damaged?
CHAPTER9
HONOR
The smell of antiseptics is something I’m used to, but only because I work in a hospital and not as a patient. I don’t remember the last time I was a patient. It was probably when I was nine and had appendicitis, and they removed it.
I groan and open my eyes, wishing I’d died instead of being saved. Though I’m grateful to be alive, I remember the sound of Savage’s soothing voice. Not that I ever heard it before. Other than the night we had sex, he’d never spoken to me, and when he did, it wasn’t gentle like. Okay, well, besides during sex. But even then, it had a roughness to it. This was different.
I want to think I dreamed it up, but seeing he’s sitting on one side of my bed tells me I didn’t.
Damn.
I glance to the other side of my bed and see my cousin, Glacier, sitting there. At the foot is my brother.
All of them have their eyes on me. Each of them looked more than a little haggard.
My heart threatens to lodge itself in my throat.
This can’t be happening.
I wish more than anything I could go back in time and stop what happened to me. But it did. Tears well in my eyes, and I close them turning my face away the best I can. There’s no stopping the stream that falls down my cheeks or the sob that hitches on my breath.
“Honor,” Savage calls my name, and I hear the sound of his chair scraping across the floor. “Look at me, baby.”
