“She will be fine, Player. Go,” Ari smiled. “And tell Ghost I will save him a plate.”
“Thank you,” I said, quickly kissing Cat on the lips. I ran back inside the clubhouse and headed straight for Church.
Doolittle and I walked in to find Ghost fuming as he stared Phantom down. Ravage looked bored as he leaned against the wall, shaking his head. Closing the door behind us, I walked over and sat next to Phantom and said, “Phantom?”
She said nothing as she continued to stare at nothing.
“Who the fuck was that?” Ghost asked.
Still, Phantom said nothing.
“Phantom, we can’t help you unless you let us. Please, who was that man, and why was he here?” I asked, trying a softer approach.
Phantom sighed but stayed quiet.
“Phantom, this isn’t how the club works. That fucker had a gun to my damn head. He was here looking for you. Why?”
Silence.
Looking at Ghost, who I knew was about to blow, I turned to Ravage, who shrugged but kept quiet.
“Lena,” I whispered. “You asked me to be patient with my woman. I needed your help, and you were there for me. Please let me return the favor. What do you need?”
Phantom said nothing as she reached into her cut and produced a small piece of paper. Handing it to me, I opened it and saw an international phone number. Looking back at her, I asked, “Do you want me to call this number?”
She turned, finally looking at me and what I saw in her eyes chilled me to the bones. The strong woman we all knew and cared for looked so fucking scared. I’d never seen her look that way before. She was tough as nails. She let nothing get to her. Yet, looking at her now, I could see the fear in her eyes. It was alarming. This woman had been my best friend since we met online, searching for a human trafficker.
Reaching for her hand, I nodded. “I’ll call right now.”
Taking out my phone, I dialed the number she gave me and waited for anyone to answer, and when the call connected, a woman answered.
“Hello?”
“Um, my name is Player. I’m a member of the Golden Skulls MC. I was just given this number and told to call you.”
“Is she alive?”
“Yes.”
“Is she safe?”
“Yes.”
“Tell her we’re on our way.”
I was about to ask a question when the line went dead. Looking up at Ghost then Ravage, I turned to Phantom and said, “She said they’re on their way.”
And just like that, Phantom broke down, crying.
Nineteen
Reaper
“Fuck, I’m tired,” I said, sitting in my chair, so fucking thankful I was finally home. All I wanted to do was climb those stairs, get naked, fuck my woman and sleep for the next week.
But was I doing that? Fuck no. I was sitting in Church because apparently the crazy shit never fucking ended.
Just one week.