“Hi, I’m Madeline. This is my husband, Storm.” She handed Jill a bag. “I grabbed a few things to make you more comfortable since the guys haven’t recovered your car yet.”
“It’ll be here in the morning,” Storm added in a gruff voice. “Need anything?”
“Yes. I need to get out of here. He’ll find me.” I slowly sat up.
Storm glanced at his wife, then moved to the foot of the bed. He towered above me, filling the small room to capacity with his intimidating aura. Surprisingly, he terrified me more than Cass. It was then I noticed a patch on his vest that said: President.
“You’ll be fine here,” he told me in an assuring tone. “But I need more information about Casso Campbell and his bodyguard, Tony.”
His wife took his hand. “In the morning, of course. Rest tonight. Then you can answer all of Storm’s questions.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, his jaw twitching. If I’d spoken for Casso, he would’ve punished me on the spot. Humiliated me in front of everyone. But Storm’s eyes softened as they connected with his wife’s.
He turned his attention back to me. “Yes, in the morning. Patch wants someone to stay with you through the night.”
“I’ll stay,” Jill chirped. “I won’t leave her alone.”
“Good.” Storm guided his wife toward the door.
“We’ll see you in the morning.” Madeline studied me for a moment. The compassion in her eyes made me want to hide my face under the blanket. She must’ve known I lost the baby. Her husband probably did too.
I felt embarrassed, imposing on them like this.
“And if you need anything, just ask. I’ll make sure you get it.” Madeline reached for her husband’s hand, lacing her fingers with his.
I heard a low growl as Storm exited the room.
I felt like I could breathe again after the door closed. “That was intense.”
Jill snickered. “He’s always like that.”
“They’re an odd couple.”
“Nah. Angel is his match. She keeps him even-keeled.” Jill removed an oversized T-shirt, a pair of leggings, and long wool socks. She set a clear makeup bag on the nightstand. I spotted a toothbrush and other toiletry items. “Do you want anything to eat?”
I pressed my hand to my stomach. I hadn’t eaten since lunch. Though I wasn’t hungry, I should eat a little to get my strength back faster so I could get the hell out of here.
“Maybe a little soup with saltine crackers if you have it?” I had no idea what kind of food they had in thisclubhouse. “Or toast?” They had to have bread here, but maybe not a toaster. “It doesn’t have to be toasted.”
Jill laughed. “Stop it, Asp. You’re doing it as always.”
“Doing what?”
“You’re not a bother, babe. We have everything you could ever want or need here. Sugar and Tina keep a well-stocked kitchen.”
I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. “Sorry.”Old habits die hard.
Jill sighed, sitting next to me on the bed. “Listen, I’m glad you’re here.”
“But he’s—”
“Shh.” She tilted her head, shooting me hermomlook, though she wasn’t one.
We were very different regarding kids. Jill never wanted even one. I wanted a dozen… Well, when I was with Zach, I’d wanted a house full of kids.
“Don’t worry about Boxer.”
“Who? I was talking about Zach.”