“Your boyfriend sent you to sleep with Skull to keep tabs on him? God, you’re even more sickening than I thought!”
I charge into her, pushing her back against the car. I hear Gabby crying for me and my heart breaks. She has to be scared. God, I have to hurry here. Teena grabs my hair again, because apparently that’s the only real move she knows. I do the same, even though it disgusts me. I can just hear my trainer now telling me how pathetic I am to be fighting like a little girl.
Still, he had another motto: whatever works.
And when she screams like someone is killing her, it seems to be working. “Let me guess. Viper is your boyfriend?” I ask her, breathing hard. Apparently, I’m in horrible shape since I quit working out.
“Listen to you. ‘Boyfriend’. You really are stupid. He’s my old man!” Teena huffs, swinging wildly once again, but unable to hit me because I have such a tight hold on her hair that she’s bent sideways.
Gabby’s crying grows harder, so I do the only thing I can: I ram Teena’s face into the fender of the truck. Teena falls back hard. I let her hair go and she slams into the ground. I stomp on the side of her face. Not classy of me at all, but it makes me feel good.
I look up as tires screech. Katie’s pulled up in her jeep. She’s out before I can even wipe the blood off my face. Damn. I guess Teena’s last hit was pretty good. I kick her face again. She’s out. It’s not like she’ll know, and again, it makes me feel better.
“What are you doing here?” I ask Katie, rushing to check on Gabby. “Mommy’s here, baby,” I tell her, handing her Bingo Bear, her favorite toy.
“Mommy fight!”
“Just for a little bit, but it’s okay now.”
“Mommy boo-boo? Need band-baid!”
“Aunt Katie will give me one. I’ll be right back.”
“I saw on the camera that Skull left, but when you didn’t show up, I got worried. I never did trust that cunt waffle,” Katie growls, then kicks Teena in the face herself. Since she’s wearing boots and kicked a lot harder, even I wince when her foot hits.
“Where’s your gun and keys?”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Skull’s walking into a trap. I’m going to go try to stop him while you get Torch and the boys and deal with her.”
“Come back to the club with me and we can get Torch and the boys to handle it all. You can’t risk yourself, and if you get caught, Skull won’t be able to keep his head about him.”
“Give me your gun and keys, Katie. You know damn well if it was Torch, you would be the same way.”
“Bethie…”
“You’re wasting time, time we don’t have.”
“Torch is going to kill me, and if he doesn’t, then Skull will finish the job,” she grumbles, begrudgingly handing me her keys. “The gun’s in the glove box. Extra bullets are there, too.”
“You got your phone to call for help?”
“I do. You just be safe,” she says, already dialing the phone.
I run to the jeep, praying I know what I’m doing. I vaguely know where the place is that Teena sent Skull; I just hope I’m not too late. I head out on the road with one last glance in my rearview mirror of Katie kicking Teena while she’s on the phone.
If I wasn’t worried to death, I would smile.
All the time I’m driving on Old Mill, I replay things in my mind. Maybe I’m letting Beth’s mistrust of Teena get to me, but something just isn’t ringing true. Her face seemed too controlled, even when she was supposed to be in a panic.
With that in mind, I stop about three miles down the road from the strip joint. If I am walking into a trap, I sure as hell don’t need to make it too easy for them. I know Beth, and she’ll get Torch and them out here fast. She won’t take a chance of being too late; I can depend on her.
I fought against her pull at first, knowing she was way too young for me. Some things you just can’t fight, though you want to. She’s grown up over the last three years. I’ve seen it in her, and she survived shit I can’t even imagine a young girl having to face. That’s how I know she’ll do whatever she has to now to keep her family together. I get out of the truck, carefully closing the door. I’ll walk and come up on the place from the east and hopefully have enough time to scope them out before making a move. Even better, by then Torch and Beast will be here.
It doesn’t take long to jog to the edge of the property that surrounds the strip joint. There are three cars in the parking lot and two bikes. I’d like to think that means there are only five people inside, but I somehow think that would be the wrong assumption.