enter. He looks from her to me and must see something on my face because in an instant, he’s got his phone out and is by my side. I can barely hear him talking as Stryker and the rest of the crew rush to my side. My heart is racing, I can barely get a full breath in, and there’s a roaring in my ears.
I begin taking a few deep breaths to calm the panic and fear rushing through my veins. This is not the news I wanted to hear today. When I’ve got myself back under control enough to look around, I see Rich has dropped our food all over the floor and Rich has bloody hands. What the hell happened to him?
“What happened, Gwen?” Stryker asks me, as he crouches down in front of me and hands me an unopened bottle of water.
“Kendra, a girl from my domestic violence group just came in. She’s apparently been seeing a guy. Today she overheard him on the phone talking about me. Neil’s out of prison for some reason now. He’s been behind everything. The packages, the drugs in my food, everything has been him. He’s not gonna stop until he gets me back,” I inform him, never taking my eyes off Rich’s bloody hands. “Rich, what happened to you?”
“It’s not important. I’m okay. My only concern is you,” he replies, looking at Stryker as they have that whole silent communication thing going on.
I hear the rumble of bikes coming toward the shop. A peace settles over me as I know my man will be here within seconds. Killer is the only one I want right now. I want to be wrapped up in his arms until this is all over with. He won’t let anything happen to me; that’s a guarantee. Killer will protect me with his life. The babies I carry and me matter more to him than his own life. The same way I feel about him.
Killer is in the door and pushing everyone away from me in seconds. His eyes rake over me, trying to make sure I’m not physically hurt. As his eyes slide back up my body to meet my own, his hand rests upon my belly.
“Sparrow, what happened?” he asks, his voice low and soft.
“Neil’s out. He’s been behind everything,” I answer him, pushing myself forward and into his chest.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me close. I can feel his body vibrating with anger as he holds me. I’m blocking the voices out as I simply breathe and let his presence sink in me. I’m not sure how much time has passed as I’m lifted into his arms. Killer begins moving and I look up to see him carrying me from Phantom Ink. After placing me in the passenger side of my car, he runs around the front and climbs behind the driver’s seat.
“Are you okay, Sparrow?” he asks, looking over at me.
“I just want this to be over with,” I tell him, my voice still trembling as I answer him.
“I know. We all do. We’ll get him. I love you, Sparrow,” he responds.
“I love you too. Where are we going?”
“To the clubhouse. Knowin’ he’s out, I can’t take you back to the house now. We’ll have to wait to go back,” he answers, quickly looking at me as the men surround my car and take us back to the clubhouse. “Not sure I want you workin’ right now either. Even with Rich and Stryker there, it’s not safe. Rich beat the fuck outta some asshole who was lurking outside the shop. He kept starin’ in the window at you.”
“What?” I screech out.
“Yeah. The guy is bein’ brought to the clubhouse so we can ask him questions. I’ve got the girls comin’ to keep you company for a while,” he states, knowing I’ll need something to go on right now.
“Be careful,” I tell him, knowing the asshole won’t get a chance to lay hands on any of the men, but still needing him to be safe.
“Always, Sparrow. I’ve got so much to live for and I don’t plan on missin’ out on a moment of it,” he says, lacing our fingers together and bringing my hand up to kiss the back.
This is the soft side of Killer only I get. No one else gets to see this side of him and I wouldn’t want it any other way. My man is a killer without a doubt. However, when it comes to me,