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Sissy looked at the glass still in her hand and found there was still whiskey in it. More carefully this time, she took another drink.
“How did you know what I drink?” she asked absently.
“We had Sackett bring it,” Ruger said from where he still sat on the far side of the table. “He served you while you were here and remembered.” He lifted one hand in a motion toward the door behind her. She turned to see if the bartender was watching them but found the door closed. Frowning, Sissy turned back to the people in the room with her. Ruger, Krissi, Sadist, and someone she didn’t recognize.
“Who are you?”
“My name’s Maverick. You’re the reason Bubba took so long to get back?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Cole came to help me, if that’s what you mean.”
“He lets you call him that?”
“He’s always let me call him that.” She didn’t like this guy. She didn’t know why but something about him rubbed her wrong. She decided to ignore him. She turned back to Sadist. “Are we getting Cole back soon or what?”
“We’re working on it,” Ruger said without looking at her.
“It doesn’t look like it. It looks like we’re sitting around here, passing around drinks and messing on a computer.” She lifted the glass of whiskey they’d given her and drained it before putting it on the table. The last thing Sissy wanted to admit was that she had no idea what to do, she couldn’t help but she wanted Cole free and back here with her. Now.
“I’m in touch with Gizmo. We’re working on getting Bubba released.” Krissi spoke from behind the laptop. “From the GPS it looks like he’s at the police station, not the jail. That’s good. Gizmo is on his way down there to see what we can do. If possible, we’ll get him out tonight, but it may not be possible.” Krissi met Sissy’s gaze over the top of the computer. “I’d prepare yourself to spend the night here if I were you. Just to be safe. And you will be safe here. None of these men will let the man who did that to you,” Krissi waved a hand in Sissy’s direction, “get to you while you’re here.”
Sissy frowned and watched Krissi for a moment. Something about the woman’s matter of fact manner calmed her.
“What’s the asshole’s name again? You said Troy, but I need more info. What’s his last name? You know anything else about him?”
“His name is Troy Easterwood. Yes, I know more about him, we dated for six months before I’d had enough and decided to break it off, that’s what made him do this.” She waved a hand at her own face. “What do you want to know?”
“Date of birth, or even just age or a close estimate. Address if you have it.”
Sissy gave her the information, wondering what she would do with it, but wasn’t ready to ask. Not yet.
* * *
Sissy didn’t know how long she’d been sitting at the table in the back room of the clubhouse, alternately answering questions for the others in the room and staring off into space, but a hard knock on the door behind her made her jump. She turned and looked at the door as if half afraid it would burst open, but it didn’t. Sadist got up from the chair he’d taken at the end of the table, unlocked and opened the door.
“Where is she?” Cole’s voice sent a wave of relief through her so strong she felt tears prickle the backs of her eyes.
“I’m here,” she said.
Cole shouldered his way past Sadist, stopping when he spotted her.
“Are you all right?” He moved closer then stopped as if afraid she would refuse him.
“I’m fine now that you’re here.” Sissy stood and flung herself into him.
He caught her against him, rocking slightly with the impact of her body against his. She wrapped her arms around Cole’s waist and buried her face against his chest as she took a ragged breath. She didn’t know how long he’d been gone but seeing him again was the best feeling she’d had in so long. So long.
ChapterNineteen
The overwhelming panic and worry that had been foremost in his mind in the last four hours since he’d quietly gone with the officers at the house, sending Celia to the clubhouse for help. Well that was only part of why he’d sent her here. The other part was he knew she would be safe here. His brothers would protect her if that shithead hadn’t come alone.
Bubba hadn’t known how long he would be in police custody, but they had nothing on him so he had been confident it wouldn’t be too long. And with Celia letting Gizmo know where he was, the tech sgt. would reach out to their contacts and get him released faster than if Bubba had just gone through the system. And he had.
Once Gizmo had shown or once Bubba had seen Gizmo, it had taken them less than an hour to walk out of the building, no charges filed, as a free man. Now he had to deal with what was going on.
He ran his gaze down Celia, making sure she was okay, resting for a moment on her face, making sure she was all right before turning back to the end of the table where Ruger and Krissi sat.
“What’s the word on the fuckwad?”
