Devlin (Dirty Aces MC #2) - Lane Hart Page 0,55
into my side.
“Yes,” she agrees. “No one hurt me.”
“But would you have stopped Harry from hurting her eventually?” I remark.
“I ain’t stupid,” the guard says. “I didn’t see nothin’ and won’t say nothin’. All I was doin’ was tryin’ to provide for my family.”
Of course that is the perfect thing to say since Malcolm has a new kid and wife.
“We’ll let him and the woman in the pantry go,” our president declares. “They didn’t see any of our faces and don’t know who we are, do you?” he asks the giant.
“Nope. Don’t know and don’t care.”
“Good,” Malcolm mutters. “Now let’s see if we can find some gasoline to light this place up.”
“Can I take her…” I ask.
“Yeah, get her out of here,” Malcolm agrees. “You two can escort the guard and chef off the premises.” He nods to Fiasco and Silas rather than blurting out their names aloud. “We’ll take care of the rest,” he adds gesturing to Nash and himself.
“Thanks, prez. Thanks guys,” I tell them before I guide Jetta down the steps and out the door.
She blows out a heavy breath when we reach the front porch. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you showed up! I wasn’t sure if I would ever get to leave that place,” she admits quietly. Stopping, she turns to me and says, “Wait. How did you know I was here?”
“Because I followed the car when you left the apartment. When it started in this direction, I knew shit was going sideways because Harry isn’t a nice man. So I called your brother, and he said he made a deal…”
“Sean made a deal? What kind of deal?” Jetta asks with her brow furrowed. “No!” she exclaims. “He wouldn’t have set me up with this guy if he had known what he wanted!”
“Jetta, Sean is a gambling addict. He’s selfish and doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself! He knew. He told me it was ‘only one night’, like that made it okay.”
“I can’t believe that he would do that,” she says, her eyes blinking back tears.
“He did. And he’s not going to get away with putting you through this shit,” I tell her as I swipe away the tears falling from each of her eyes. “What if I hadn’t been waiting outside your apartment and followed the car? What if Harry had hurt you?”
“Sean knew what would happen? What he wanted to do to me…”
“Yes!” I exclaim. “That asshole knew and knowingly put you in danger. Harry Cox is a known sex trafficker! What if he decided he was going to keep you for more than one night? Do you think your brother could’ve got you back? Fuck no!”
Jetta grabs her forehead and then shakes her head. “This is all too much right now. I just want to go home.”
“I’ll take you back to my place,” I tell her. “But you’re not going back to Sean’s.”
“Okay,” she agrees, surprising me as I expected her to argue.
“Okay? You’ve never been to my place.”
“Okay, Dev. Take me to your place and hold me until I forget everything that happened tonight.”
“Absolutely,” I agree as I take her hand and lead her down the front steps. “Just look straight ahead, though. You don’t want to see the mess we made earlier.”
“Oh god,” she mutters softly. “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” I ask as we walk back toward the road where we all stashed our bikes. “Baby, the only person that should be sorry here is Sean.”
“But you…you had to hurt people.”
“It was worth it. You were worth it. I would’ve done anything to get you back safe and sound,” I say when I give her hand a squeeze, glad that she’s here with me.
“Thank you,” she says, stopping just long enough to lift my face shield, stand on her toes and kiss my lips. “I owe you so much for saving me. But please don’t hurt Sean. Just give him a chance to explain, okay?”
How the hell could someone go through what she went through and still not want to beat the shit out of the person responsible? That’s just how Jetta is, though — too sweet and kind for her own good. It’s also one of the things I love about her.
“Devlin?” she asks when I don’t answer.
“We’ll see,” I respond, which will hopefully be the first and only lie I tell her.
Epilogue
Devlin
“Please let me go! I’m sorry, okay?” Sean exclaims frantically as Fiasco and Silas strap him to the wooden table in the basement of