One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(31)
On our drive back to the compound, I turn to Hella. “We need to talk about Abby,” I say, clutching onto the arm rest.
“I know,” he answers. “We need to call Zane when we get back.”
Once we pull into the compound, I walk into the barn where a few of the men who stayed behind are sitting chatting.
“Hey, fellas, that was quick!” Toke answers, swinging around on his chair.
“Didn’t take long,” I grumble, walking into the boardroom.
Hella follows me in along with Hannibal, Nyx, and Ripper. “I need to call, Zane.” Pulling out my phone, I scroll through my contacts until I come to his number, pushing the green button connecting me to his call.
“Sup, brother. What can I do for you?”
“Yeah,” I answer, taking a seat at the head of the table. “Some shit just went down today.”
“What sort of shit?”
“Did Abby tell you the operation she was working on?”
“With the Russians? Yeah, she did. Was dead against it.”
“Yeah, well she tried to add The Army into that mix, too. Something’s happened. Are you sitting down?”
Silence fills the phone before a door shuts in the distance. “Yeah,” Zane begins, clearing his throat. “I’m here.”
“We meet her down where we were supposed to. She got caught up between it all and someone from The Army took her down. I’m sorry, Zane. She didn’t make it, but they took her body.”
“Fuck,” he whispers before continuing, “are you sure she was dead?”
“I couldn’t check her. They wouldn’t let any of us near her. Had laser beams directed on every single one of us from their helicopter in the sky. But she wasn’t moving. I watched her chest and it was still. It didn’t look good.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Okay… Shit!” More silence rips through.
“Give me some time. We’re going to need some time to get through her funeral. I don’t want to add The Army onto the stress Blake and Ade already have with the Russians. I’ll keep that part out for now. Shit. I’ll need you guys in a week.”
“A week?”
“Yeah, give us some time to have her… funeral. I’ll keep it closed casket. That way there are no questions about her body. Leave on Monday and meet us at the compound.”
“All right, brother. We’ll be there.”
Hanging up the phone, I lean into my chair and throw it onto the table. This has started one mass fucking war, and we’re right in the middle of it. Two major sides, who you’d never want as enemies, and we have both. The Russians and The Army.
Fuck.
I’m walking out of New Home when Blake begins rushing toward me as he walks out of the hospital. New Home is almost directly opposite the hospital on one of the main streets in Westbeach.
“Meadow, hey… something’s happened. I can’t get hold of Phoebe. I need you to try.”
“Yeah, okay. Everything okay?”
He shakes his head, eyes wide as he clutches the back of his head with his hands. “Abby is dead. Vicky is in labor… probably from stress… and it’s too early, so I had to rush her in. Please, just call, Phoebe,” he repeats, turning back around and rushing through the opening doors of the hospital.
I’m still staring at the doors when I remember what I need to do. Pulling out my phone from my handbag I begin dialing Phoebe’s number. God, Abby was a hard ass, but she had a good heart. I know Phoebe’s going to take this bad. I need to tread carefully. Phoebe’s strong but her number one fear is losing the people she loves dearly. That comes from losing her father at a young age, and then I guess, being raised around danger all her life. She has to be the most protected girl breathing.
“Hey, what’s up?” she answers.
“Phoebe? Are you home?”
“Yeah, why? We’re just at The Circuit.” Her voice sounds wary. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Abby, something’s happened. I’m sorry, Phoebe. I’m so sorry.”
The air leaves my body with my blood turning to ice.
“Spit it out, Meadow.”
“Oh God,” I whisper.
“Meadow…” she warns.
“She’s dead, Phoebe. God, I’m so sorry…” My voice cracks on the end before the line goes dead.
Pushing my phone back into my bag, I exhale out a breath of air.
I hated that.
God, I hated being the one to break that to her.
It’s been a week since I made that call. They had a funeral for her that I decided to stay out of. I wanted to be there for Phoebe, but I didn’t know Abby very well and it was more of a closed funeral anyway. I have tried to be there as much as possible for Phoebe, but for the most part, she has clammed up. Melissa and I have made it our mission to get her going again. That brings us to now, where we are currently sitting at a picnic table at the compound of Sinful Souls MC. Phoebe is sitting beside Melissa with a smile on her face. I’m glad for however that smile got there, but I have a feeling it has something to do with a persistent rock star.