“Not until I kill every last one of them for hurting you,” I roared. She gave me a questioning look, obviously surprised by what I’d just said.
“You can’t go in there. I’ve already told Cotton that they’re expecting you. These men knew you’d come for me, Griffin. That’s why they took me, so you’d come looking. They want to kill you. They think you killed some guy named Victor?”
Cotton stepped over to us and said, “Need to get her back to the clubhouse. Two Bit and Stix can take her.”
When I nodded, Wren fussed, “You’ve got to come, too! You can’t go in there, Griffin. Don’t you get it? I’m scared to death something might happen to you.”
“This is something I’ve gotta do, Wren.”
“But why? Why would you put yourself in jeopardy like that? What is so damn important that you have to go in there right now?” she started, but quickly stopped and stared at me with a pleading look. “Did you? Did you kill that guy… the one they were talking about?”
When I didn’t answer, she grew pale. A twisted look of horror crossed her face when she realized that what they’d said was true. I had killed Victor, and I had no intention of denying it. He was a piece of shit that killed my brother, and he deserved to die. She could see my answer written on my face and was about to say something when gunfire exploded from the warehouse. I pulled her close to me, and with my gun aimed at the back door, I pulled her towards Two Bit. Wren whimpered when one of the Python’s started advancing towards us. She gasped and the muscles in her body stiffened with shock when I pulled the trigger. Her body trembled in my arms when his body fell to the ground. I tucked her behind me, her chest against my back, as I tried to shield her from the gunfire. Once I’d reached Two Bit, he pulled her from my grasp and with Stix guarding them both, he rushed her to the main road where our bikes were hidden.
I stood there watching until I knew they were gone and no one had followed them. With the memory of Wren’s horrified expression still on my mind, I went back to find my brothers, determined more than ever to end things with the Pythons once and for all.
Chapter 23
Wren
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My mind was reeling while I sat there on that cold metal counter, waiting on Doc. Apparently I was going to need stitches for the cut on my forehead, and Doc would need to check my ribs. It was the first time I’d been alone to think about everything that had happened, and it was all too much to comprehend. I’d been knocked out, kidnapped, locked in some guy’s trunk, and managed to get away, only to discover that Griffin had killed a man. No, strike that. He’d killed more than just one. Hell, he killed someone right there in front of me, and god knows what he did to Michael. My throat tightened, and I could feel the tears building behind my eyes. I fought it. I didn’t want to cry, knowing that if I started I wouldn’t be able to stop. Wyatt was waiting for me, and I didn’t want him to see me upset.
Upset.
Upset was the biggest understatement of the year. I felt like my world had just stopped spinning, like everything I’d ever thought to be true was wrong. There was no denying it – I was in love with Griffin. I’d given him my heart, and he was a killer. He didn’t even blink an eye when I asked him about killing Victor, like he hadn’t done anything wrong. I didn’t understand it. The time we’d spent together made me think that he was a man I could share my future with. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling when I thought about him walking into that living room wearing that crazy outfit. I loved that he was able to be playful with me, and that he could open up to me about his past. When we’d made love, I felt a connection to him that I’d never experienced before, and I knew in my heart that he’d felt it too. He was good to me… and to Wyatt, showing me a love that I’d never known. He looked after my son, made sure he was safe, and I trusted him. But the question still remained – could I accept him for who he was, the good and the bad?
I’d been waiting for twenty minutes before Doc came in. He was an older man with kind eyes and a warm smile. There was something about him that instantly set me at ease. He stepped closer, examining the laceration on my forehead and said, “Looks like you got pretty banged up tonight.”
“Little bit, I guess,” I admitted.
“Gonna need to give you a few stitches,” he said as he gave me a shot to numb the area. “Heard you got away all on your own.”
“Not exactly,” I laughed, but stopped when I felt him start to stitch my wound.
“Ballsy move busting out of that trunk like you did,” he told me as he continued to work on me.
“I guess. I didn’t think much about it at the time. I was just trying to get to Wyatt,” I laughed. “How is he doing?”