“I know.” My voice is soft.
“I have some of my men looking at CCTV footage to see if we can track the vehicle. I want you to stay with Aunt Cass until we know more. I will post a patrol car out front for a few hours, just to be safe.”
“Okay.”
“Do you know anyone who would want to hurt you, someone you pissed off at work?”
“No,” I answer quickly.
Grady frowns, nodding, but not pushing for an answer. Concern is clear with his dipped brow. He is an older cousin of mine, and like me, he is an only child. It seems that people in this family either have no children or just the one. Both of his parents have passed, killed in a car accident a few years before my folks passed.
Aunt Cass took him in also, so he is more like a brother than a cousin.
“Can you go and get Glory for me, please? She knows you, so she will feel safe leaving the condo with you,” I ask my cousin.
“Yeah, no problem. Give me your keys.”
“They are still in my car.” He nods and leaves to get them.
“Look at me.” Aunt Cass turns me to face her again. “Be honest with me, is this because of Logan or Valarie?”
I shrug, sighing. “Honestly? I don’t know.”
Then I remember the phone call I placed to him and the dam holding my emotions in check breaks and I sob. My aunt pulls me tightly to her, and lets me cry. She rocks gently back and forth, soothing me.
“Shhh. It will be okay.”
I hope she is right.
As much as Logan hurt me, he needs to know what I overheard at the mall. He needs to prepare for whatever is about to happen, and let the club know that Valarie’s crew is looking into a big drug drop at the race that is happening soon.
We sit in the living room watchingTransformers: Dark side of the Moon, while Grady goes to get Glory. I need my fur baby right now. She can comfort me like no other.
With my heart feeling bruised, my soul numb, I take comfort in my family supporting me. I know it sounds silly to be hurt like this when we only just started dating but, in all honesty, I trusted him and I could see a future together.
Clearly, he saw one with Valarie.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CRASH
My heart beats frantically in my chest after the phone call I just got from Stevie.
Valarie came into my room asking if I knew where her sneakers where, then Stevie hung up. No doubt thinking the worst.
I have no idea why she called me, but I could hear the tremble in her voice.
Pulling my boots on, I pick my cut up off the chair and slip it on over my shoulders before leaving my room.
It has been two days since Valarie came here looking for me after taking a beating from some fucker in her crew. We have all kept an eye on her, which she hates but thankfully she keeps her mouth shut.
She knows she is in enemy territory but she also needs us.
There is something in her behavior that is not sitting right with me. One minute she is all sugar, then she is all spice. Snapping when I ask too many questions, but then all soft and sorry that she is being mean.
It is like she snaps then remembers her place.
Savage has made it very publicly known that he doesn’t want her here, making comments about how to hide bodies, or get information out of them with some of the most painful ways that do not leave evidence.