Killer(21)

“What are you all talking about?” Sandy asked, taking a seat beside Zero. Stink followed behind her signaling for a drink.

“Kelsey. Bitch looked really sad today,” Rose said, bringing the other woman up to speed.

“Don’t call her a bitch,” Killer said.

Sandy nodded. “I’ve never seen her looking so sad. I know she’s fucked Killer up, but I was worried about her, and I didn’t want to let her go home. Is Tate with her?”

“No, I dropped her off home. Michael was waiting to have a word with her,” Killer said, staring down at his drink. He’d not taken a sip since the drink had been poured.

“She’s on her own? I thought someone was going to stay with her.”

“What did you see earlier?” Killer asked.

Sandy shrugged. “I’m not a psychiatrist, so I don’t know the real signs. She appeared defeated, depressed. If I was at the hospital…” Sandy stopped as she ran a hand down her face.

“If you were in a hospital, what?” Killer tensed as he waited for Sandy to speak. She had all of their attention.

“I’d have her on suicide watch. I don’t know why I’m saying that. I know Kelsey. She’s a strong woman, besides her issue with lying to everyone. She’s got no reason to do that.” Sandy wasn’t looking at anyone as she frowned.

Killer panicked. Grabbing his phone, he dialed Kelsey’s number. The line kept ringing and ringing. “Fuck, no answer.” He dialed Tate’s number. “Have you spoken to Kelsey this evening?”

“No, I haven’t spoken to her since she held Simon. Killer, what the fuck,” Tate said.

Disconnecting the line, Killer headed outside.

“Wait, I’m coming with you,” Sandy said, running after him.

He heard the commotion in the clubhouse as he left.

“I’m coming with you as well,” Stink said, following them all out.

Killer went straight for the truck. He waited long enough for Stink and Sandy to climb inside.

Charging out of the compound, he broke the speed limit trying to get to his woman. Shit, she wouldn’t kill herself. Kelsey was not the kind of woman to hide away from everything that was happening. They would get to her apartment to find nothing out of place.

The panic wouldn’t stop with his reasoning. He knew something bad had happened. Killer felt it.

“She’s going to be fine,” Sandy said.

“No, she’s not. If you thought she was a fucking suicide risk you should have told me. I’d never have left her.” Killer was cursing himself for walking away from her. What kind of bastard was he to just walk away?

Killer parked the truck with the tires squealing. Running to the intercom, he buzzed Kelsey’s door. He kept buzzing and buzzing. Nothing happened. There was no response.

“Fuck!” He yelled the word. Using his foot, he started to kick out at the door. He’d pay for the repairs. When the glass wouldn’t break, Stink joined him, and together they threw their weight behind smashing the glass.

He unlocked the door and charged toward Kelsey’s apartment. His heart was racing, and he’d never been so scared before in his life.

Hearing Stink and Sandy hot on his heels, he pushed all of his weight behind his body and shoved the door open. None of the locks had been put in place, which was not like Kelsey. He told her to always put locks on even in the town of Fort Wills. Why wouldn’t Kelsey lock the door?

“Kelsey?” He shouted her name loud enough to be heard throughout the whole apartment. There was no sight of her the moment he walked through the door. Going to her bedroom he saw the bed looked untouched. His stomach was in knots, wondering what he was going to find. The apartment was eerily silent.

Heart in his throat, he entered the bathroom. On the floor was her clothes, and he lifted his gaze up to the bath. The shower curtain was pulled across the bath obscuring his view.

Pulling open the curtain Killer sank to his knees. He pulled Kelsey into his arms. Both of her arms were slit open, the blood leaking out. She was too pale to be normal.

“Kelsey, fuck, what have you done?” He sank his hands into the bath, tugging her close. Reaching for one of the towels he wrapped the cloth around her body.

“Shit, Killer, out of the way,” Sandy said, sinking to her knees. “Stink, get on the phone. We need an ambulance immediately.”

He watched her press two fingers to her neck. “Her pulse is there, but it’s not strong. Fuck, Killer move out of the way.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to move away.” He snarled the words at her. There was no way he’d be leaving his woman again. Fucking shit, she was so pale. There was no way she could survive. The water she’d been in was red.