Megan’s arms tightened around him.
“Me, more than any motherfucker, know how quick life can go.”
Megan took his face between her hands. “We all know. Just get her back, then we’ll figure everything else out.”
Christopher nodded. “You right, baby.”
He’d hold onto Megan’s words until he saw his little sister again. He wanted to tell her about Cash professing his love for Fee, but he couldn’t find the words. All he heard was Cash’s heartache. Something he identified with. Each and every time Megan was hurt, Christopher couldn’t think beyond that and he would’ve laid down his life to have her safe, healthy, and happy again.
Her ears ringing from the report of the gun, Fee waited to feel the bullet slicing into her. Glass exploded around her and she screamed again. Noah yanked her head back, using her hair and shoved the gun in her face.
After forcing her into his van at gunpoint, he’d driven her back to Hortensia, daring her to move if she didn’t want to be shot, ignoring Cash’s calls, until he’d finally gotten frustrated enough to answer. He’d come to the same clearing Stretch had taken her to. To kill her.
“You got everybody against me. My club members are in hiding. You’ve ruined everything. It took me forever to track you because of how long you were at Outlaw’s place. Then, that first night you were home, I watched you sleep. I should’ve killed you then.”
She’d felt something was off. That’s why she’d called Cash and Stretch, but none of them had been able to find anything out of place. She wouldn’t question why he hadn’t killed her then. She was grateful that he hadn’t.
“I wanted you, so I decided to let you live. To terrorize you a little bit, before I took pussy from you and then killed you. I wanted to feel the blood drain from you as I fucked you.”
“Noah…” She drew in a deep breath, trying to control her fear. She could tell him he didn’t want to do that, but he did, so that wouldn’t work. If she could disarm him, she might have a chance of getting away. “I-I’ll…” Fuck you died on her lips. Suppose she didn’t get away? Then, he’d still kill her.
“You’ll what, slut? Suck me off to save your fucking life? Give me your ass? What?”
None of the above. Her heart beat a rapid tattoo in her chest, so fast her head began to hurt and dizziness swirled around her. If she fainted, would he allow her to live? If she got the chance, would she kill him?
She didn’t want him to die. She just wanted to disable him.
“Put the gun down, Noah,” she said as calmly as possible. “I understand you’re angry with me and want me to die. But if…if you give me a chance, I’ll call my brother. I-I heard him s-say he was willing to talk to you because you-you let me live.”
Moonlight glimmered into the car, allowing Fee to see Noah’s consideration. He seemed as if he bought her words. That’s how badly he wanted Christopher. Or his help. Something.
Slowly, he lowered the gun, but kept it in his hand. Fee knew this was as good as she’d get. She had to act now or suffer the consequences.
Striking quickly, she shoved him against the door, stunning him. That wasn’t good enough. Grabbing his hair, she banged his head against the window, wincing at the crack that opened in the glass. He fell against the door, unconscious, the gun dropping to the floor. Those were details she couldn’t concern herself with. She needed to get away and hide.
She took her phone, opened the door, and ran as fast as she could out of the clearing. If Noah found her, he’d kill her.
She needed…The sound of Harley pipes reached her ears a moment before a line of them roared into view. Some of them surrounded her and the rest ringed Noah’s van.
Christopher broke away and came to her, pulling her into his arms and hugging her. “One of your motherfuckers bringin’ you back to the club,” he said gruffly. “Cash, since Stretch at the club making sure you not movin’ from where he first tracked you. Megan and Zoann waitin’ for you, so we can take care of this motherfucker.”
She held onto her brother, remembering Stretch telling her about his obsessive tracking. Undoubtedly, they’d found her by tracking her phone.
“Fee?” Cash said from behind her.
Christopher stiffened, then drew in a deep breath. After a moment, he released her, then nodded to Cash and sped toward the vehicle with Noah.
Getting off his bike, Cash took her into his arms and hugged her to him, cradling the back of her head. “Fuck, Fee. If you…”
The sound of gunfire interrupted Cash’s words.