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I keep Yenni tucked close to me as we ride through town. Once we reach the clubhouse, I climb out with her still in my arms. I walk past everyone, even those with questions, and move straight toward my room. Once we’re inside, I set her on her feet.
“I need to know what happened,” I tell her. She shakes her head. She isn’t going to open up and tell me. I should have known that, seen it coming. Yenni is one of those that will tell you when she’s ready and not before that.
I nod once and walk into the bathroom, starting the shower. I didn’t miss the position the asshole was in when we found her or the fact that he was naked. I know what was happening, and if I could have killed him all over again, I would have.
I check the water temperature when Yenni walks into the room. She slowly peels her clothes off and slips her skirt down her legs.
“Will you get in with me?” she asks softly. I know she needs this; she needs me right now. I wish I were better at comforting her, but I’m not. Nevertheless, I nod my head and strip out of my clothes before helping her into the shower. Then I climb in behind her, careful not to touch her. She washes and then turns to rinse herself, but I notice her scrubbing at her thighs a little more than usual. It makes me sick and angry to think about that asshole touching her. Why did he take her? Why did Marsha help her? I don’t understand any of it, and I won't until Yenni feels like talking.
I watch her from behind her when her body starts to shake. I reach up and rest my hand on her shoulder until she spins around and crashes her body against mine. She wraps her arms around my waist and buries her face in my chest as she sobs. And I do the one thing I can do. I hold her. I don’t know what to say to make this better. I can’t tell her I’d kill the motherfuckers who hurt her because they’re already dead. I still don’t know how that happened or who fired the shots.
Shaking my head, I know this isn’t about me, though. It’s about her. I need to keep myself together for her. When Yenni steps back, I run my fingers along her cheek.
“I’m listenin’ when you’re ready,” I tell her. She gives me a soft smile and nods her head.
“Let me have tonight.”
“I just need to know one thing, Yenni. Did Twitch have anything to do with this?” I see how she flinches, and that should be all I need, but it isn’t. I need to hear the words leave her lips. I need verbal confirmation he had something to do with her going missing.
“You can’t act right now.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you can’t act right now. Say you won’t act right now.” This makes no sense. If it was Twitch, I’ll kill him. No questions asked. I just need to know if it was.
“Okay. I won’t act right now.”
“Yeah, he took me. He was mad I wasn’t with him and was with you.”
“Did he … if he fuckin’ touched you,” I growl low in my throat.
“No more questions, Cage. Not tonight.” I nod, although inside, I’m crumbling. I’m fucking falling apart for this girl. And I don’t know what to do. I want to find Twitch and rip his fucking throat out. I want to shove the barrel of my gun down his throat and watch him eat my fucking bullets. I want to torture him, long and slow. There are so many things I want to do to him right now, but I told her I wouldn’t.
“What do you need tonight?”
“I need to sleep, and I need you to hold me,” she says, keeping her tone low. I nod and pull her out of the shower, wrapping her in a towel. I grab another and start drying her hair before working my way down her body before doing my own. I pull the other towel from her body when she's dry and lead her into the bedroom. I grab a T-shirt from the dresser and pull it over her head. Then I’m ushering her to the bed. Yenni takes no time climbing in and pulling the blankets up her chest. I grab a pair of shorts and pull them on before I climb in next to her. I don’t want to rush her, so I let her come to me. She does too. She scoots across the bed and snuggles into my side.
“I wanted to kill them,” she whispers.
“We will.”
“Okay,” she says softly. I wrap her in my arms and keep her as close to me as I can get her as I breathe in her scent. I’ve missed her. I’ve missed this.
“I fucked up.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I sent you away. I know that was a lie, that video.”
“It was old.”
“Figured that out a little too late,” I admit to her.
“I’m still mad at you for that, but I need you right now,” she tells me.
“I can live with that.” She sighs, and it doesn’t take long before her breathing evens out. Me? I don’t fall asleep. I stay awake, holding her, wondering if Twitch will show his fucking face around here. Wondering if I’ll be able to keep myself under control and not kill him. I think about the club and how this is going to affect everyone. But mostly, I think about her. Yenni. The girl who has somehow worked her way into my black heart. The girl who found her way into a soul I didn’t know I had.
I listen to her sleep, her light breathing, the way it fans across my chest. I never thought I’d care about anyone like I do her. I may not show it the way most men do, but it’s there. Those feelings.
