She nodded and left the room. Cole plopped into a chair, running both of his hands through his hair again. “How in the hell did you two get here?” Cole asked Brian.
Brian smiled sheepishly. “I, uh, hotwired your truck. I didn’t think it would be a good idea to try to get her to ride a bike.”
Cole shrugged. “As long as you got her here, I don’t care.”
Brian chuckled and smirked at me. “See? I told you he wouldn’t kill me.”
I rolled my eyes at him and closed my eyes again. I did feel guilty that I put Cole through this again. He didn’t deserve to always be scared that I was going to kill his baby. It was obvious he was excited about being a dad and that he loved his kid a lot. Who was I to put him through this shit all of the time?
“I’m sorry, Cole,” I whispered, looking over at him.
His eyes snapped up to mine in surprise. “Why? You haven’t done anything wrong.”
I sighed. “I keep scaring you. I know you’re continuously worried I’m going to end up killing the baby. Who knows,” I let out a humorless laugh, “one day I might accomplish it.” I looked up at him. “Why do you keep sticking around knowing one day I’ll either end up killing our baby or dead myself?”
Cole stood up and grabbed my face in his hands. His eyes bore into mine with a fierceness I had never seen from him. “I stick around because I care about you, Amelia. I’ve already brought you into the dangers of my life. Letting you go would mean giving up, and I’m never giving up on you, Amelia,” he said fiercely.
I blew out a breath, looking away from him. My phone went off. Brian handed it to me as Cole stepped back from me. I answered it. “Amelia speaking.”
“Where the fuck is Cole?!” Drake roared.
I winced, pulling the phone away from my ear. “Beside me,” I told him. “He didn’t—” I began to ask, but Drake cut me off.
“Put him on the fucking phone!” he snapped.
I handed the phone to Cole, who suddenly looked pissed. “Yell at her one more fucking time, and I’ll do the DM’s job for them and put a bullet through your skull,” Cole ground out through clenched teeth.
“I need help. Holly is missing,” I heard Drake say.
My eyes widened in shock. Cole cursed. “Is Lilly still with you?”
“Yes!” Drake shouted, his patience gone. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how he was feeling at that moment. “There’s a blood trail through the clubhouse though, and it stops at some tire tracks. Cole, I need her fucking found!” Drake roared.
“I’ll get some men on it. Call my dad. He’s got some contacts that can help you,” Cole said.
Drake hung up, and Cole handed me back my phone. “Holly . . .” I breathed out. “Fuck, Cole, do you think . . ?”
He sighed and shrugged, obviously knowing where my question was headed. “You sure you want to know what I think?” he asked me. I nodded. “I think Holly is being tortured, and I think they’re going to kill her. I think Lilly is going to be left without a mother.”
My heart constricted. That poor little girl.Fuck. Holly. I had pretty much forced her to go back to Drake, and now look at the fate she was suffering. She didn’t want to go back. She wasn’t made for this life.
Fuck, the guilt.
Cole grabbed my hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of it. “It’s not your fault. When I was up there, Holly was happy, and trust me, it wasn’t fake. I’m sure Drake is dealing with the club member who was supposed to protect her. This is not your fault,” Cole tried reassuring me.
Cole’s phone went off, and he answered it. “Yeah?” he asked.
“We need you and Brian herenow!” Katie yelled through the phone. “We’re under fucking attack!”
“I’m on my way.”
Cole hung up and looked at Brian. “Let’s go.” He looked down at me. “You’ll be safe here. It’s a hospital.” It looked more like he was trying to convince himself though.
I just nodded. He kissed me quickly. I grabbed his hand tightly. “Be careful,” I whispered.
He nodded and jogged out of the room. I laid in the bed for a couple of hours, twisting and wringing my hands, worried out of my mind. What was happening? Was Cole hurt? Did he get killed? How many people died? Was anyone taken?
Fuck, the questions.