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He pulled me to him and wrapped me in his strong embrace. I buried my head against his neck and whispered, “I’m glad you sleep with a pistol on the nightstand.”
Bones paused for a moment and then said, “I never thought I’d actually have to use it.”
“What’s happening, Bones?” I asked, rearing back to meet his eyes. “First the gunman outside Leather and Ink, and now this? Is it just a coincidence?”
His jaw clenched. “I don’t believe in coincidence.”
Chapter 41
Bones drove us to the clubhouse in my car. We were silent the entire ride there. The gates opened and we passed through. I let out a deep exhale once we were in the perimeter of the clubhouse.
He reached over and settled his hand on my thigh.
“I keep thinking about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been there,” I murmured.
“I know, Duchess. I know.” He parked the car and cut the engine. “I’m trying not to lose my shit, but it’s not working so well.”
I unclipped my seatbelt but made no move to get out of the car. In the car, I was safe. Out there, I was exposed.
“Come on. Let’s get inside.”
My home. My sanctuary. It had been violated. Would I ever sleep soundly there again? Even if Bones slept by my side every night, would that be enough?
I closed the car door and the sound of it slamming echoed in the night. Bones came to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder and hauled me close. We walked up the front porch steps.
Savage and Duke were drinking beers and talking quietly. They stopped when we approached.
“You all keep late hours,” I said.
“Goes with the job description,” Savage drawled. “How are you, honey?”
“I’m…okay. I think.”
“You’ve had a rough go of it, haven’t you?” Duke asked as he took a sip of his beer.
I nodded.
“Should we get you a drink?” Savage asked. “Just a shot to thaw the moment?”
“No thanks.”
“Colt and Zip are in the office,” Duke said.
Bones grabbed my hand and all but dragged me inside. The oven read 4:14 AM. “Did you wake Colt up out of a sound sleep?”
“Yep,” he said.
We walked down the hallway and he knocked on a door before opening it. The president of the Tarnished Angels sat behind a wooden desk and his vice president perched on the edge.
“Come on in,” Colt said. “Get comfortable. We’re gonna need a minute.”
Unease trickled through me as I took the chair. Bones closed the door behind me.
“Start talking,” Colt said.
“Who, me?” I asked.
Colt gestured with his chin to Bones.
