Zorro (Reapers MC #16) - Elizabeth Knox Page 0,17

holding wooden spoons from the kitchen as a weapon. I almost want to laugh, but I know now isn’t the time. “Get the rest of the girls, you’re going in the bunker until we make sure everyone’s safe and there aren’t any trespassers on the property,” I tell them, immediately they get up and tell the others to run downstairs. In a matter of minutes, they’re all downstairs and I take them into the basement, move the bookshelf that hides one of the tunnels that leads into the bunker and escort them through it.

Once we arrive at the metal door, I knock and a green light begins to flash. It’s the video stream Zane had installed not too long ago. He didn’t want us to ever have a situation where we didn’t know who was on the other side of the doors. The door comes open and the women file in one by one.

“Who are we missing?” I question Hammer, who turns back and looks at the room.

“Ruby, Shiloh, and . . . Rosa what did you say that girl’s name was?” Hammer questions.

“Cle . . . Portia I think? Sorry, I’m a bit frazzled. I saw Ruby taking her friend out for a walk before the gunfire rang out. They looked like they were headed down the lane that leads to Ashley and Blackjack’s place.”

I nod, turn on my heel and get ready to go find Rub’, but Hammer grabs onto my shoulder with a serious look on his face. “Please, find Shiloh.”

Hammer hasn’t claimed her publicly, but they’ve been spending a lot of time together for the last couple months. Shiloh used to be a clubwhore, one that Axel, Grim, and myself shared . . . until she up and told us she didn’t want to do it anymore. Not that I can blame her, I guess all good things have to come to an end sometimes.

“I’ll find her,” I tell him, hopeful I’m not lyin’ to the man who obviously has feelings about her.

Who knows if Shiloh will ever return the favor, though? I was never one to figure out what was goin’ on in that mind of hers, but I do know she’s one hell of a wildcard. Then again, when have women ever been predictable?

Chapter Seven

You are the very thing I was made to believe was not possible

~ Ruby

Ruby

Mid-January . . .

Portia’s eyes widen and her hands shake. “Is . . . is that normal or—”

“It’s not,” I immediately cut her off as my heart beats so loud I can barely think. God, as hard as I try the thoughts aren’t coming to my mind. What am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go? I’m sure the club has plans for stuff like this, but I never even thought to ask about them. Dammit, why didn’t I?

“Oh fuck, well this isn’t good,” Portia mutters under her breath. I want to mutter something snarky in response, but now isn’t the time, not after everything I’ve put her through by making her worry so much.

Looking around, I realize we’re close to the back of Zane’s house. Knowing him, he hasn’t locked his back door. I tug Portia along with me and motion with a finger in front of my lips for her to stay quiet. She nods in agreement and sticks close behind me while we make our way up the white, wooden steps.

Placing my hand on the storm door, I pull it open and then push his wooden door open. Thankfully it budges and he hasn’t locked it. Now, while I don’t know much about what to do in situations like this, at least I’m smart enough to stay away from the gunfire and try to find a safe place to hunker down.

Sweat beads on my forehead as we cut through the kitchen and dart up the stairwell. As we come up, I see a shadow at the top and instantly fear washes over me in more ways than one. My throat becomes tighter and sweat doesn’t only form on my head, but now on my palms too.

Out of nowhere a dark, sadistic chuckle passes through the walls. “Come here, darlin’. You look too sweet for me to let go.”

“Fuck off, asshole! She’s not yours,” Shiloh’s voice echoes through the halls, growing closer with every word.

“The gunshots say otherwise. It’s open season now, darlin’, and I might just have to keep you around for a while,” he tells her and then something crashing