Everlasting - Christine Michelle Page 0,16
“I told you he’s mine. Stop looking!” Never in my life had I wanted to hurt a bitch to the point of caving in her skull. Even when we found out about Seneca and what she’d done, I had felt that revenge was owed to Gretchen more than me. This was beyond personal though. The woman was taunting me with these photos. She was trying to tear down our relationship so we would give up on him. What she didn’t realize was that she was kicking the hornet’s nest and I was coming out ready to sting.
Deck’s eyes were barely even slits in the photos and it hadn’t escaped my notice that there were marks in his arms. Marks that meant he was probably being drugged up. He was also a lot thinner. The images were clearly in a different room than the others had been taken in, and it made me wonder if he had been moved or if they were just in a different room in the same place. Either way, once my appointment was finished, I would be headed to the clubhouse to get some fucking answers from someone. I would also be turning the images over to the women of the S.H.E. MC. I’d given Deck’s club all the leeway I was planning on giving. They hadn’t kept their promise to me to bring him home, and two months was two months too long in my opinion. There was no telling what was happening to my husband while he was a prisoner of those people. It was obvious he wasn’t being cared for well. He was being drugged. He was obviously being manipulated and manhandled by this woman, whoever she was. I didn’t even want to think about what else she might be doing to him. The pictures were clearly staged, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t taking advantage of his drugged-out state. My stomach lurched and churned at the thought.
A warm hand gently squeezing on my forearm brought me back to my current reality. “Ever, I asked if you wanted to know today?”
“I don’t.”
“Still hoping he’ll be back to find out with you?”
I nodded my head in the affirmative. If Deck couldn’t find out the sex of our child, then I didn’t want to do it without him either.
“Okay then. Everything is measuring to date. You need to get plenty of rest and try to get that blood pressure down.”
“It’s not normally so off,” I finally admitted to him. “I received correspondence this morning. Deck is alive, but he clearly isn’t being treated well.” I swallowed hard while praying that I was right about everything and that he wasn’t in the bed willingly. In my heart, I knew the truth. My eyes told me what they saw too. Still, there was that little smidgen of doubt that always lurked in the far corner of my mind. What if he was tired of us, of me? What if he had staged this? This wasn’t the type of run he would normally go on.
I had to worry about what I knew too. Beyond my own self-doubts, there were facts that didn’t add up to good things for Deck. The men from Aces High had been unable to get The Trinity Group’s leader locked down for negotiations. Word on the street was that it was because the leader no longer lived, and worse, that three heads grew back when the one was cut off.
Having three different people who could possibly attempt to use Deck as leverage, or forget him altogether, was not something that worked in his favor. According to my sister-in-law, Christina, who had been kind enough to continue to update me when the men of my husband’s club refused to.
Still, I couldn’t get over the one picture where that bitch’s hands were on my husband’s body. I would see to it that those offending appendages would be removed from her body first. I wasn’t normally a violent person, but I definitely had violent designs for her very creative, extremely drawn out death. She would not go quietly once I got her in my grasp.
“You have ten weeks to go,” Doc told me as I tuned back in to listen to his directives. He turned to me, making sure our eyes connected before he spoke again. “I’m praying for your family, Ever.”
“Thanks,” I whispered the one-word response. It was all I had in me. Doc Middleton stood and gave me directions on what to do next before