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Chapter Twenty
Evie
Stepping out onto the street, I cross my arms over my chest and hold my head high. I watched from the window as he took a call and fought not to lose his shit. I need to know who was on the phone, and if it has anything to do with my son. I’m not stupid. I know Louis does shady shit. Stuff that would make my toes curl if I knew the details. I’ve not pushed for any explanations, but I don’t want him hiding anything from me, not when my son… Oh, God, I can’t even think about where he is or isn’t without my soul trying to implode.
“Tell me what?” I repeat sternly.
The four of them look at each other. After some unspoken conversation between them, Chaos, Mayhem, and Riot come to stand behind me, forming some sort of wall. I hold myself closer and look back to Louis.
“I’ll tell you, but I need you to promise to stay calm, and not share this with the officers inside,” Louis says, coming to stand in front of me.
“Just act as normal as you can,” Chaos murmurs from behind me.
Is he being serious? How the hell can I act normal when I have no idea where my son is? I can’t even breathe properly. I don’t even know how I’m still functioning at this point.
“I know who has Thomas.”
How has it gone from him missing to someone having him? My legs wobble as numbness slowly takes over my limbs. Louis holds onto my arm when he notices I’m not dealing, but I shrug him off. I can’t have him touching me right now.
“Who?” I demand, not recognising my voice.
“Someone from my past.”
“Someone you hurt for money?” I enquire, trying really fucking hard not to collapse.
“Yes.”
Yes? That’s all I’m going to get? I deserve more than a one-word answer.
“You promised you’d keep us separate from your other life,” I seethe through gritted teeth.
The anger in his eyes turns to guilt, and I can’t bear it.
“I promise, I’ll bring Thomas home.”
I go to turn around when I bump into Riot. He doesn’t budge, and becomes a blur through my tears.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but we can’t let you back in till you’ve digested this and masked it over. This is club business. It doesn’t involve the police.”
Turning back to Louis, I ask, “How much danger is my son in?”
I feel sick. Every evil scenario is racing so fast through my head, I can’t see straight. I have no idea if I even want to know.
“He’ll be home by nightfall, I swear it.”
Hot tears fall from my eyes, hearing him dodging my question.
“Fuck you, Louis. Fuck you for bringing this into our lives.”
I rub my temples, trying to relieve the building pressure. As angry as I am, I hate to admit that knowing my son’s been taken, I have a strange faith in the club to bring him home. But it won’t be Louis who achieves it.
Looking him dead in the eye, I tell him, “I want you to promise me you’ll do whatever it takes in order to bring him back to me.”
He doesn’t hesitate. “You have my word.”
“I’m not asking Louis—I’m asking Psycho.”
He grips my chin. “I swear on my life, I’ll not only bring your son home, I’ll kill the man responsible for this.”
