Devil's Pass (The Harlequin Crew #.5) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,40

and Maverick wouldn't lead them into a trap. I had to trust that this was okay. I had to trust my boys.

"Stay safe," I breathed as I released him, moving over to pull Chase against me next.

"Trust us, Rogue," he murmured, his hand sliding up my spine and making me shiver.

"I do," I swore, meaning it with all my heart and soul. "Always." I drew back, looking up at him, my fingers twisting into the curls at the nape of his neck and my gaze moving to his mouth for a moment as I was struck with the strongest desire to push up onto my tiptoes and-

"We'd better go, little one." Chase frowned slightly and released me, my skin feeling cold in all the places where he'd been touching me the moment he stepped back.

The two of them headed back out into the rain and I watched them grabbing their bikes with this terrible feeling of foreboding tightening my chest. Like there was something awful coming our way, but there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Come back to me," I breathed, but they were already riding away, pedalling fast as they raced back down Devil's Pass and out of sight.

I swallowed back a lump in my throat and backed up so that I could close the door, sinking down onto the cold wooden floor and crossing my legs beneath me as I waited for my fate with the rain pounding down on the roof and nothing to keep me company in the dark except my fears.

I pedalled furiously, the rain sweeping over me as thunder crashed above us in the sky. The wind was battering and I had to squint against the rain to see as we sailed down from the cliff, going as fast as we could.

My heart was pounding violently in my chest and I knew it had nothing to do with the storm. It was leaving Rogue up in that shack and fearing what we were heading towards. If Luther knew the truth then we were fucked. That was all I could think. Utterly, inescapably fucked. But Fox always had a plan. He'd know what to do. He'd fix this. I just had to place all of my faith in my friend because I had no ideas myself, no fucking answers.

Chase cycled along at my side and I felt better for the company at least. And though leaving her in that shack made my stomach knot, it was currently the safest place in Sunset Cove for her. It was the best we could do. And we'd go back to her before long. If the worst that happened tonight was that she got cold and a little damp, then that would be a sweet fucking miracle and I was counting on it with all my heart.

The wind eased as we came down off the cliff and rode harder into town, taking the back alleys we knew so well as we weaved our way towards Harlequin House which stood tall and proud down by the beach. We soon reached the gates, soaking wet and gasping for air and the scary looking motherfuckers on watch nodded to us, letting us through. We peddled up the drive and ditched our bikes by the garage, jogging around to the front door and sheltering under the porch.

I pressed the doorbell and looked to Chase, his eyes swirling with fear.

"It'll be alright, man," I promised him and his brows pulled together.

"Will it?" he rasped just as the door yanked open and I came face to face with the tall and imposing form of Fox's father.

"Come in," he growled, jerking his head to beckon us inside and we stepped after him, trailing water into the house, but he didn't say anything about it.

"We're leaving, boys!" he barked and Maverick and Fox appeared in the hall, frowning at us.

Maverick's jaw was ticking furiously, but Fox looked deadly calm. And that meant he had a plan. He nodded to us reassuringly as his dad turned his back on them, heading toward the door that led into the garage. I'd only been here a few times as Fox and Rick preferred to hang out away from home. We'd had a few pool parties when his dad had been out of town, but when Luther was home, none of us wanted to be here because it felt like his eyes were always on us. And as he was a notorious killer, it was kind of a buzz