He carried her into the bath, washing away the evidence of what they’d done together. When he was finished, he carried her back to bed, sliding under the covers. The night was far from over. Killer wasn’t in a rush to try anything else. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him.
“Killer?” she asked, thinking about Fort Wills and the life they both had.
“Yeah, baby.”
“Do you think everything is going to be all right?” She glanced behind her to see his closed off expression. Kelsey hated it when he did that.
“I don’t know if everything is going to be all right, but I do know I’ll protect you no matter what.” He kissed her temple.
As far as answers went, she hated it. There was nothing either of them could do to help. Either way, she hated feeling helpless. Killer was going to protect her, but how was she going to protect him?
****
Michael stood outside of The Skulls compound waiting for someone to come and see him. Daniel had phoned ahead and arranged for a meeting. No one would open the gate to let him inside. He saw the car from the picture Daniel had shown him some hours ago. What the fuck would he do if his woman and a Skull were killed?
The door to the clubhouse opened, and Tiny made his way toward the gate, followed by Lash, Nash, and Zero. The men took their time looking ready to do murder. Michael also spotted the weapons in their hands. They were not going to mess around.
He hated this world, and the sooner he got rid of everything the better it would be.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Tiny asked.
“We’ve got problems, and I need to talk to you.”
“I know what problems you got. I warned you if any women went missing from my town then I’d come to you. I’ve got everything I need to get rid of you, you piece of shit.” Tiny slammed his palm over a button, sliding the gate open.
Within seconds he was trapped against Tiny’s body with a gun poised at his temple. Daniel along with another guard climbed out of the car aiming a gun at Tiny. Lash, Nash, and Zero had their pieces pointed at his men. This meeting was turning into a fucking catastrophe.
“Three girls. Three fucking teenage girls have gone missing from my town. One blonde, one a brunette, and the other a fucking redhead. You want to tell it’s a coincidence?” Tiny’s voice was raised. From the sound of it, Tiny was ready to end him. Michael gritted his teeth fighting against the fear.
“I haven’t taken them,” Michael said. “This is not about me or the fucking girls. Killer and Kelsey are in danger.”
He squeezed the words out through the tight grip around his throat.
“Boss, I think he’s telling the truth,” Nash said.
Tiny tightened his hold then threw him to the ground. The barrel of the gun was still trained on him. “You better start fucking talking, or tonight will see the end of you.”
Holding his hands up, Michael explained everything. For the first time since finding out his heritage he told Tiny all, including his disgust and what he’d been trying to do to get the girls taken elsewhere. Michael couldn’t save them all, but he tried.
By the time he was finished the men were on their cell phones trying to get in touch with Killer.
The other Skull wasn’t answering his phone, and if Michael was right, his enemy was already there to take Kelsey. He’d failed her.
Chapter Fifteen
Killer debated putting his cell phone on to charge up. The phone was completely dead, and he’d forgotten to charge it up last night. Deciding against it, he headed downstairs to find Kelsey standing at the stove cooking breakfast. She wore a lovely blue summer dress only this time she’d left the cardigan in the wardrobe. It was a hot summer, and wearing any clothes was a chore.
Throwing the phone onto the table he went to make himself a coffee.
“Have they called?” she asked, turning toward him. Last night had been one of the best nights of his life. He’d never had so much fun before. Kelsey was so responsive to his touch. Her adventurous side matched his own.
“No, I’m going to leave it today. I don’t want to be interrupted.” He poured them both a coffee watching her flip some bacon in a frying pan. Killer never thought he’d love the domestic feel to his life. Kelsey made him want stuff he never thought he did.
“What are you thinking?” she asked, pressing a finger to his frowning brows. Taking her hand, he kissed her palm before moving back to the table.
“Nothing much. I just enjoy being here with you. It’s fun.”
She nodded, serving up their breakfast. “Is it wise to leave the phone dead? What if they want to get in touch with you?” They’d both agreed to not have a landline in case someone recognized their voice. Whizz had been the one to warn him about sound recognition.