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“Someone better start talking before I lose my shit,” I say with barely contained rage.
“Gerald,” Trinity says from beside me. “That’s the man’s name.”
“I’m going to call Doc to come take a look at her,” Sparrow says before leaving the room.
I’m still trying to process everything I’m seeing. Who the fuck is this Gerald character? I’m racking my brain trying to think if I know someone with that name. Maybe he’s an enemy of the club, and she’s being targeted because of me?
I do hear the music cut out and the entire clubhouse falls silent before we are swarmed by more people. Pope, Wolf, and Mad Dog are beside me in quick succession.
“Irene,” Wolf says softly. “Are you okay?”
Before I can smack him in the head for asking stupid questions, she turns her gaze to him.
“I would be better if everyone stopped making such a big deal about this.” I hear her tone change and take on a somewhat hysterical quality. “I would be fucking great if Sparrow answered his goddamn phone when he gets called.”
And then she does the one thing I have never seen her do before. She starts crying. Her body is racked with sobs as tears spill down her cheeks. I pull her head to my chest and gently cradle her against me as she cracks wide open. Seeing her in the condition she’s in is scary but seeing this strong woman break is fucking terrifying.
“Babe, you need to tell us what happened,” I whisper in her ear.
She shakes her head before pulling away. “No.” She lifts her chin in defiance.
“Babe,” I start again, trying to coax the truth from her. But I get cut off.
“Tell him,” Trinity says glaring at Irene. “Or I’ll tell him what little I know and probably make everything worse.”
“You don’t understand.” Irene sniffles while looking at Trinity. “He’ll kill him.”
“It’s the asshole who hit you last time, isn’t it?” Viking asks from the doorway.
The look on her face is confirmation enough. He’s right. I’m going to kill him. Not saying another word, I stalk out of the kitchen. I don’t go too far because I need to know that she’s being taken care of, but I need to breathe. Keeping calm and controlling my anger is important right now.
Grabbing my cell phone, I stab at the screen angrily until I pull up Preacher’s details and hit “call.” It rings for long moments before he answers.
“What?” he grumbles.
I’m not sure if I woke him up or if he’s busy but I couldn’t give a flying fuck.
“I need the security footage sent from Dusk to Justice. Starting at opening tonight,” I reply.
“I’ll get it to you in the morning when there are actually staff to get it for you.” He’s irritated at being bothered and if I could, I would kick his ass. But it’s not his fault, he doesn’t know what’s going on.
“Get someone to go in,” I say calmly. “Irene was attacked.”
“Jesus fuck!” Preacher exclaims. “Is she okay?”
“She’s alive. Bruised, battered, and pissed off, though.”
“I’ll call Kevin. You should have what you need within the next hour,” he replies.
“Thank you.”
I end the call, knowing that even though I don’t like or trust their friendship, Preacher has a soft spot for my woman and will do whatever needs to be done to help us sort out this fucking mess.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Time to Leave, Again
Irene
