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“You need something?”
“Sissy says she left Bubba’s truck in the yard, possibly running. Can you park it, look for the pistol tucked between the seat and back in the middle of the seat and bring in his weapon too?”
“Will do.”
Sissy didn’t turn to watch him leave but heard footsteps retreat. Then different footsteps approach.
“I got ahold of Gizmo. He’s reaching out to his contacts. We’ll know more soon. Want me to find out more?” That was the pregnant woman.
“Please. But sit down and put your feet up.” Ruger motioned to the table he now leaned against. “Sissy, have you met Krissi yet? I know she brought you back, but I don’t think you’ve been introduced.”
“Nice to meet you.” Sissy found it hard to ignore her manners, even when she was worried about Cole. “I didn’t know there were any women members. Cole only talks about brothers.”
“I’m not technically a member,” Krissi said as she waddled around the table and pulled out the chair in front of a closed laptop. “I’m his wife.” She nodded toward Ruger. “And this is his kickboxer.” She rubbed a hand over her distended belly.
“When are you due?”
“Not for a couple more weeks.”
Sissy smiled but didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t have much experience with babies. While she did have friends with kids, no one she was close to did and she hadn’t been around much when they were pregnant. She glanced up at Ruger to find him watching Krissi with a look so much like how she sometimes caught Cole watching her. That made her miss him more and wonder how long until they got him out and she could make sure he was all right. Every horrible story about what happened to men in jail flashed through her mind. Every minute he was gone made her worry more.
“We’ll get him out. Don’t worry so much.” Ruger’s words made her realize she’d turned and had been staring off into space while her mind had run away with her.
People moved around her in a bustle she couldn’t pay attention to. Why didn’t they seem concerned that the police had taken Cole in? How could she stop worrying? Troy was here and trying to take her back to Alabama, and with Daddy’s blessing, she was sure, and Cole was locked up and couldn’t stop him. What was she supposed to do other than worry?
“Here. Drink this.” A glass was pressed into her hand. She didn’t think, but did as she was told, coughing when the burn of Jack Daniels Fire scorched her throat.
That pulled her out of her self-absorption enough to look around. There were more present than just Ruger and Krissi. When had they gotten here? A tall heavily tattooed man with long blond hair and a close cropped Van Dyke beard patted her on the back until she stopped coughing.
“Better now?” he asked in a deep voice.
Sissy blinked and stared at him a moment. “Yeah. I guess. Who are you?”
He chuckled and grinned at her.
“I’m Sadist. Ruger tells me Bubba was taken in by the Tucson police. Did you happen to get the officer’s name?”
Sissy shook her head. Why did the officer’s name matter? What had this guy said his name was? Sadist? Who voluntarily went by a name like that? Then again there were some odd names around here and she’d learned better than to say anything.
“When can we get Cole back?” She looked from one face to another, wondering what they had planned. Cole had told her to trust them, but with him locked up, and Troy loose somewhere in the city, she felt less than safe. Though here in the clubhouse, surrounded by the men Cole called brothers, she didn’t feel unsafe. It dawned on her it might be part of why he’d sent her here. He knew they would protect her.
Sissy realized she’d brought her hand up to brush along the edge of the green and yellow bruise still covering a good chunk of her face.
“Did that duchebag touch you again, did he hit you?” Sadist leaned close and turned her face with a finger on the tip of her chin.
“No. Cole made sure he never got close. I was just thinking about him.” She lowered her hand and met his gaze.
“Ruger told me what you said. Give me more details. Tell me what happened, as much as you can remember.” Sadist sat on the edge of the table in front of her. She looked up at him, at the scowl he wore and wondered why this man who should be intimidating, who she was sure could be scary when he wanted, didn’t frighten her more.
She went through what had happened again, from when they’d pulled into the driveway and Cole had asked if the man in the car was Troy, to when he’d insisted they cuff Troy to the gurney and had told her to come here and tell Gizmo before the officers had loaded him in the back of a patrol car and taken him away.
“Did he have his phone on him?” Sadist asked.
Sissy frowned, trying to remember. “I think so. He carries it in his vest pocket, and I don’t remember him taking it out. If it’s not with him, it’s in the truck.”
He turned and looked toward the other end of the table. “GPS his phone. Can you handle that, or do we need to call Gizmo?”
“I got it.” Krissi sounded annoyed that he thought she might not be able to do what he requested.
