Jessica
“What the hell do you mean he took off?” I shouted at Massacre, who ran out of the clubhouse the second the van carrying all the club kids arrived back home. Hailey was anxious to see her uncle. I had to admit, I was too.
When the club saw the van enter the compound, all the brothers came out to greet the kids and help get them all settled back where they belonged.
The only one missing was Savage.
“Where did he go?” I asked, holding Hailey who was looking for her uncle.
“I don’t know. Reaper gave him a shit order.”
“What order?”
“To stay the fuck away from you.”
“What the hell?” I asked, my voice raising. Looking around as brothers all greeted the kids, women and the prospects back, I found Reaper with Remi who was holding her son. Marching over to them, I pointed my finger in Reaper’s chest. “Who in the hell do you think you are? Just because we share the same DNA does not give you the fucking right to tell me who I can or cannot fuck!”
“What is going on?” Remi asked, looking at the both of us.
“Jess, it’s only until I can talk with King. He will be here in three days.”
“You do not get to decide who I can be with. If you even think about fucking with my life, you will regret it. Got me asshole.”
“Max what did you do?” Remi asked.
“I told Savage that Jessica was off limits until King and I talked in three days. That’s all.”
“You fucking moron!” I shouted, as Roxy walked over to me. Handing her Hailey, I asked, “Please watch Hailey while I go fix what Reaper just fucked up.”
“Sure, thing Jessie,” Roxy smiled, taking Hailey. “Looks like Auntie Jessie is going to kick some ass. Yes, she is.”
When Hailey was out of earshot, I laid into Reaper, “Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve done? He is a recovering alcoholic, who just buried his sister, found out his mother was brutally murdered, damn near had his head taken off by Bullseye in Florida and now you go and tell him he can’t be with the woman he loves! Are you trying to kill him? Because you are doing a bang-up job!”
“Whoa!” Ghost said, butting in. “What do you mean Bullseye almost took his head off?”
“He was there in Florida. Savage told me. He showed me the brass bullet with his name engraved on it. Savage told me it was Bullseye who killed Toxic.”
“Where could he have run off too?” I asked, looking at all the brother’s milling around watching the show. When none of them said a damn word, I wanted to scream.
“He’s at the Golden Lounge,” Phantom said walking down the steps. “Viper just called. He said we better get our asses over there fast before Savage fucks everything up.”
Bikes roared to life. Turning, I watched as Massacre, Vicious and Shadow rolled their bikes over to the small crowd. Massacre handed me a helmet and said, “Let’s go.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
By the time we roared into Purgatory, several of the brothers were behind us, Reaper included. As we pulled into the reserved parking spots, I hopped off Massacre’s bike, spotting Savage’s bike. Walking over to it, I felt his engine block and noticed it was cold.
Shit.
He’s been here for a while.
Heading for the door, I walked in with the brothers all behind me. Seeing all of us, Viper rushed over and said, “Jessie, I tried to stop him. He was fucking insistent. Then she fucking showed up.”
I didn’t need to ask who Viper was talking about.
Without thinking, I grabbed Massacre’s gun out of the back of his jeans, flipped off the safety and headed to where Viper was pointing. Several of the brothers looked, then cursed as I took off towards the fucking cunt.
“Shit!” Massacre shouted, racing after me.