Kyle, Jack and Ryan - LeAnn Ashers Page 0,43

me tonight. I close my eyes and command myself to fall asleep. I’ll worry about everything tomorrow.

I drop Mia off at my mother’s house for a few hours. Today my rage isn’t any better. Actually I think it’s worse because I’ve had time to think on it.

I have one purpose in mind today and that is to track down Debbie, my babysitter.

I pull up in front of her house. I’ve never been here before and I see it’s run-down, way more than I expected it to be for someone who gets paid very well to watch my girl.

I walk up to her front porch, pounding my fist on the door. I can hear her running to open it.

Debbie looks out the small window next to her door before unlocking it and I push her inside of her house.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, taking a few steps away from me, looking confused.

I slip my purse off of my shoulder onto the floor, and her eyes follow my movements as I throw my hair into a bun next.

“I’m here to beat your ass,” I deadpan.

Her eyes widen in disbelief. She turns around, trying to run out of the room, but I catch her by her hair, pulling her back to me.

She tries to pry my hands from her hair, falling down to her knees. “Please, don’t do this,” she begs, tears in her eyes.

I want to feel sorry for her, but I can’t muster that emotion. My baby is my everything and she put her in danger.

“Tell me why this happened then! You could have killed my baby!” I yell in her face, tightening my grip in her hair.

“I borrowed money from them when I shouldn’t have. I didn’t think not paying them back would result in that. I thought they were just empty threats,” Debbie whispers, trying to make herself as small as possible.

“Still doesn’t change the fact I’m going to beat your ass,” I laugh, and pull her head back with a snap of her hair, I bring my fist down once, twice, three times before I let her fall to the ground, disgusted by her.

“Now I feel better. If I see you again, I won’t stop next time.” I glare at her and she nods her head in understanding.

I pick up my purse off the ground, slamming the door behind me as I walk out to my car.

A guy on a motorcycle drives past, and I stop in my tracks when I spot the patch on the back. Satan’s Rejects.

Oh shit.

I get in my car, locking the door behind me. Goose bumps break out across my skin. That’s not a good thing, I think to myself, especially after what happened.

I pull out and look in my rearview mirror, and I see the bike pulling up in Debbie’s yard.

Not my problem. No way in hell am I going back to help her.

Chapter One

Myra

One Month Later

It’s official, I’m scared. It started off small—I would see Satan’s Rejects in random places in town and I just thought that I had very shitty luck.

Then when I left work, they would be parked close by just watching me. That freaked me the fuck out. My mother has been watching Mia for me as I work, but I’ve been scared to leave her.

But now? It’s really hit home. I found a letter on my bed. I’ve gotten voice mails, weird ones that I can’t explain, but it’s happened so many times that it can’t be a coincidence.

Beautiful daughter you have.

I would hate to have anything happen to her.

I felt fear, fear so deep that I could taste it. It was so deep rooted I thought my heart was going to stop in my chest. They didn’t threaten me.

They threatened my baby.

I have to run. I know the only place that may help me, but I know it would come at a cost. I heard about a MC that protects women. It’s a couple of towns over and it’s my only hope.

I don’t think the police could handle this. Plus, I want these motherfuckers to feel pain, and sitting in jail isn’t going to solve anything.

I want Mia to have the best protection, and if I’ve got to take that out in my blood, I will do that.

I hurry and pack a suitcase. Mia’s in the living room playing with some dolls. I pack enough to get us by for a couple of weeks and I’ll buy more if needed.

“Baby, come pick out some