The Butcher of the Bay Part II - J. Bree Page 0,49
her getting away from me now. I get the car back onto the highway and start off, heading down state. I'm meeting some Serpents there to take her back home.
Her eyes widen. “My dad sent you? Are you fucking kidding me? That old asshole doesn’t give two shits about me but now I’m fucking happy he wants to come ruin shit by sending some thug after me? No. Fuck no. I’m not getting in that car. Colt will find me if you do. I know he will.”
Fuck me.
What are the chances it's the Colt I know? Couldn't possibly be, he'd said a girlfriend back home to me and the Chaos Demon charter he's a part of is in Texas, definitely not in Cali.
“Colt. As in, Colt Graves? Tell me it’s a different Colt.”
She smirks at me, happy as fuck that I recognize her dumbass boyfriend's name. The poor girl thinks it'll stop this shit from happening. “Yeah, he’s a fucking Graves. You know what type of people they are, right? Not a smart fucking move to kidnap me.”
Could my day get any fucking worse?
I take the next exit and pull off into a parking bay. I rub a hand over my eyes and then I hand her back her phone, watching as she clutches awkwardly at it. “Call him and give me the phone. Now.”
She sighs but it sounds more like she’s trying not to scream at me. “Fine. Whatever, he’s going to tell you the same damn thing.”
She hands her phone back over to me and it takes a minute to get through to the little shit.
“Sav, this ain’t a good time—”
“Yeah, no fucking shit.”
The line goes dead, not a fucking sound out of him, and then I hear the crunching of gravel under his shoes as he moves away from whoever he’s with. “The fuck are you doing with her? Butcher, if you touch a motherfucking hair on her head—”
I scoff at him. “Shut it, Graves, I’m not here to hurt her. I’m here to get her the fuck away from you. Her pops isn’t happy about her seeing a Demon. I just didn't think it was you because what are the fucking chances?”
His sigh down the phone is long and loud. “Nah, his problem is with my last name more than my club. Anywhere you take her, I’ll find her. Pure and simple, that girl is my angel.”
Angel. He’d called Odie that, and he knows I’ll get exactly what he’s saying.
He’ll kill whoever gets in his way to get her back.
Maybe I am getting fucking soft because I reply, “Well, how the fuck are we fixing this? I need this job done right so you need to think quick.”
He mumbles under his breath and then says, “Gimme five, man. I’ll call back once I’ve got it.”
So I guess now I’m helping Colt motherfucking Graves hide his girlfriend from his daddy and hers.
What a fucking day.
I cut the ties on Savannah now I'm sure she's not going to run. She takes her phone back and gives me a side eye. "How the fuck do you know him? Tank would kill any member of his club hanging out with Demons."
I light a cigarette and when she stares at it with longing I hand her one as well. "I don't belong to a club, I'm not the type to sign my life and loyalty up for that bullshit. I'm not becoming some dickhead's bitch-boy."
She blows a long stream of smoke out and sighs like she's come home at the taste of it. "I never expected him to send someone outside of the club for me. Fuck, I musta really pissed him off."
I shrug. "Guess so."
I hear the roar of the bikes before I see him.
Savannah straightens in the passenger seat, the fiery halo of curls around her face an easy target for the Demon prince to find.
He has three other guys with him, none of them shocked to see me or his girl, and Colt swings off of the bike like a pro, stalking over to rip Savannah’s car door open to get to her.
I snarl at him, “Watch the fucking car, dickhead. I’ll put a bullet in you for that alone.”
He ignores me, the dick, and wrenches Savannah out. “Fuck, baby, what happened? I thought you were laying low.”
She tucks her face into his neck and breathes him in. If I had any doubts that they were fucking obsessed with each other before I certainly don’t now. Something rolls