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“Where is it on her? Who knows it’s there?” My brain was flicking through images of Kadey in my head. I hadn’t seen it, so it wasn’t visible when she was clothed. So how the fuck did anyone else know it was there?
“Uh, I… it’s on her sternum,” she stuttered. “We’ve always said that whoever protected us while she was being born gave it to her, so it would keep her safe. Hardly anyone knows it’s there. You can only see it when she takes her top off.”
That was it.
“You said you saw Grace a couple of days before she was taken. She was at the park with you guys?”
Missy nodded slowly. “Yeah, Kadey got wet and took her shirt off.”
“It was Grace.”
“You think she was trying to warn us? Is that why they took her?” Missy’s grip on me tightened, and I reached up, my hand curling around her jaw.
I dropped my forehead to meet hers, my lips brushing over her skin just lightly so I didn’t hurt her, letting her know it would be okay. “I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.”
“He said they would come.” She sniffled before clearing her throat. “Are they going to try and hurt her?”
The fire in me was raging. It was lit and burning hard and fast.
Missy and Kadey were in danger.
Because of me.
My gaze caught Bishop’s over Missy’s head, and the pure hatred and hell in his eyes let me know he had my back in this. And I knew my brothers would too.
“Not while I’m still fucking breathing. Not while you’re mine.”
That was it. That was all they needed to hear, and the brothers who stood around me nodded in understanding.
Shit was about to get serious.
And I couldn’t lose her.
Or Kadey.
Because there was no fucking way…
… no fucking way I wanted to be without either of them, now I knew how amazing it was with them in my life.
MISSY
“Please answer. Please answer,” I chanted over and over again as Hawk slammed his fist against Jared’s door. I kept waiting for the door to fly open and for him to lose his shit at me, berate me for the fifty panicked text messages and voicemails I’d left him as we drove here from my apartment. “Please just answer the damn door.”
“I heard yelling inside.” I almost leaped out of my skin, spinning around to find the voice that had spoken in the darkness. An older man peered over the fence, his face barely visible in the shadows. “Then someone ran out and jumped into a vehicle before they sped off down the street.”
“They have a kid with them?” Hawk demanded.
The old man just shrugged. “I didn’t see, sorry. I called the police. They should be here soon.”
“Fuck this,” Bishop muttered as he walked back out to the truck parked at the curb. He opened the truck and pulled out a crowbar, hefting it over his shoulder as he stalked back to the house. Hawk stepped to the side instantly, giving Bishop enough room to drive the hook of the crowbar between the door and the frame.
He tossed the crowbar to Blue before pulling his handgun from the back of his jeans, Hawk did the same. “Stay—”
“No fucking way,” I snapped, meeting his hard glare dead on and refusing to back down. “This is my baby. I can’t sit and do nothing.”
He clenched his jaw, sucking in a long breath through his nose before speaking, “And I’m not going to get in your way if that’s what you want to do, but there is a chance we’re going to walk into this house and find something really fucking bad,” he countered, not bothering to hold back or sugarcoat the facts. “That is not a weight I want you to carry. So please let me fucking protect you from that.”
How long had I carried the weight?
