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I do the same and head down one of the halls with Maverick, Grimm, and Wrath at my back. The entire building is quiet, which is strange, especially when the bitch is ballsy and doesn’t run from anyone.
Getting to the fifth door, I grab the handle, turn it and push the door open. I glance inside, and my heart stops for a brief second before beating once more. On a bed in nothing but her bra and panties is my little sister. If it weren’t for her breathing, I would have thought her dead.
“Fuck.” I release a harsh breath, replace my gun in its holster and move to my sister’s side.
“Prez, VP, we got her,” Maverick yells.
“Good, grab her. We gotta get the fuck out of here,” Ice snaps too quickly for my liking.
Wrapping the sheet underneath Gianna, I scoop her in my arms, and together my brothers and I meet the others at the front of the building and barely get through the doors when the place explodes, rocking the ground underneath us. I stumble, nearly dropping a still out Gianna.
I glance down at my sister’s face and then at my brothers. “We need to get her to the clubhouse. Get Sabrina there to check Gianna over.”
“I’ll give her a call,” Scorpion growls, pulling his phone out and dialing his ol’ lady.
“We need to get the fuck out of here before the cops show. The last thing we need is for someone to start asking us questions about this bullshit,” Viking snarls, nostrils flaring in fury.
I nod and take Gianna over to the cage. I didn’t even realize one of the brothers drove. Dice moves to the driver’s seat and twists enough to meet my gaze as I lay my sister in the back. “Minds not in the right place. Someone had to bring the cage to get her home.”
“Appreciate it, brother,” I grunt, step back and close the door.
Dice takes off, and I quickly move to my bike, straddle her and get her started with a growling roar that matches the others on either side. Together my brothers and I follow Dice back to the clubhouse.
My mind keeps replaying the video of her on Peyton’s phone and finding her in that room. I can’t get the sight of either out of my head.
Fucked up part is Gianna called yesterday evening, but I’d ignored my phone, having been balls deep in one of the Torpedoes. But the fuck of it was, I was envisioning the bitch I was nailing was a certain blonde-haired beauty.
If I’d answered, none of this shit would’ve happened. I clench my teeth, hating myself for not being there for her. I know one thing, though, this shit won’t happen again. Gianna is the only family I have, and I won’t lose her. Not after the hell we went through to get to where we are.
* * *
“How is she?” I ask Sabrina soon as she comes out of the room we set Gianna up in.
“She’s good. Awake though drowsy,” she answers, giving me a knowing look.
“What?” I demand.
“You need to give her some time to recover from whatever she was given before you go in there. Before anyone goes in there,” she states, firmly as if she would argue if anyone went against her.
“Why can’t I see my sister?” Frustration starts to seep in, and guilt eats at my stomach.
“Because whatever is in her system now that she’s awake, even drowsy, it’s affecting her body, and it needs to run its course. To protect her, I’m asking no one to go in there. I’ll take care of her and make sure she’s okay through the night. She did ask me to text her friend and ask her to bring some clothes tomorrow for her. I figure I’ll do that in the morning.”
I want to know what she means by what they gave her needs to run its course. But I trust Sabrina without a doubt. She’ll take care of Gianna for me. Tomorrow I’ll find out what happened, and hopefully, my little sister will forgive me for allowing this to happen to her.
CHAPTERTHREE
SHYANN
I stare at the screen of my phone, looking down and reading the message for the third time.
Unknown: You’re going to get what you deserve. Everything time you speak, it’s a waste of breath.
It’s not uncommon for me to get messages like this. I host a podcast speaking about anything and everything I feel the world should know what the news doesn’t cover. I’m not some fashion guru talking about the latest trends like boho or biker babe clothing. I talk about what I can see for myself in my research and interviews.
Shaking off the heart-pounding fear that takes hold for a moment, I move the message to a folder with all the other ones I’ve been getting lately.
I look back to my laptop and start working on what I’ll be doing for my podcast in the next several days. Since starting a few years ago, I’ve gained sponsorship. I work full-time from home, enjoying what I do.
