over my head. I don’t want to talk to anyone or think about things any longer. The only thing I want to do is go to sleep. So, that’s what I do.
Chapter Twelve
Killer
WHEN I HEARD Gwen’s voice trembling on the phone, there was no way in hell I was going to let her get away with not telling me what’s going on. As she was telling me about feeling like she was being watched, or followed, and then the box left on the porch of our home, I knew she was scared to death. There is no way in hell I’m going to remain here with Butcher while things are going down with my woman.
After talking to her, then Fox to fill him in on the situation, I called Slim. Since I was already with Butcher, I put the call on speaker so they could hear one another, and I don’t have to talk about this shit more than once. Stryker is going to head here while I head home. Like we did, he’ll be catching a flight out here while I take one home. Butcher and Slim both know my head won’t be in the situation here if I’m worried about Gwen and what she’s doing.
Slim is pissed as fuck someone is messing with her and we have our suspicions about who it is. While I’m travelling back home, he’s going to put some feelers out to figure out where Neil is and where any of the fuckers who used to work for her dad have been hiding. Once we catch them, we’ll be able to find out all they know. I’m going to be the one leading the interrogation on these fuckers and they’re not going to get off easy.
I’m in my room packing my bag when Playboy comes into the room. He sits on the bed and simply looks at me.
“What’s up?” I ask him, not stopping my movements so I can get the hell outta here.
“I want to go the fuck home. Miss my woman and kids. Let Gwen know I’m thinkin’ of her and we’ll be home as soon as possible to help you take these fuckers out,” he assures me.
“I know you will. We’ve got solid leads on the situation here, so it won’t be long before you guys catch a break. I’d like to stay and finish what I started, but Gwen comes first. Stryker needs to get away for a while anyway,” I respond, double checking the room so I don’t forget anything.
“What’s goin’ on with him?” Playboy asks me.
“The situation with Sally is gettin’ to him. He wants her somethin’ fierce and the only thing she’ll give up is her body. Her heart and mind still belong to Killian. I’m not sure if she’s ever gonna get over that man enough to let Stryker in her heart,” I answer him honestly.
“She will. I see the way she looks at him when he’s not payin’ attention. Or when he’s playin’ with her daughter. Sally will pull her shit together in time,” he tells me as if he’s been thinking about things regarding them. “I think she needs to talk to Shadow. Maybe go spend some time with him so they can talk through things.”
I don’t know if Stryker will let her go that far from him. Especially when he’s not around to know she’s not in town. If he’s not around to know, obviously he can’t stop her. However, when it comes to Sally, there’s nothing he doesn’t know about her.
“That’s not my business. I’m just sayin’ what I know from what I’ve seen so far. My only concern right now is gettin’ home to Gwen and makin’ her problem go away. Once my woman is set, then I’ll worry about what the next task at hand is. If that’s Stryker and Sally, so be it. If not, it’s on to the next problem tryin’ to fuck with the club,” I state, knowing it’s time to go. “I’ll see you when you guys get home. Let me know what’s goin’ on.”
“Will do,” Playboy responds.
He stands up and we do the man hug thing before I take off. Butcher has one of his Prospects waiting on me so I can go to the airport. We’ve all been using their extra bikes since we’ve been here. So, I don’t have to worry about that. The only thing I have to do is get a ride to the airport so I can catch a red