“Luna, you can’t take that guilt on you. You’re not a psychic that can see the future. Baby, I love you but you gotta know, this isn’t on you. And honestly, your car was shit and you needed a new one. One I intend to buy you. Something durable.”
“You can’t buy me a car,” she gasps.
“Kitten, I can do whatever the fuck I want to when it comes to not only protecting you but our baby as well,” I growl, leaning in to press my nose against hers.
Huffing, Luna narrows her eyes on me. “Whatever,” she mutters under her breath.
Pulling back, I grin at her. “You just bought yourself a spanking when I get you home.” With that I stand, twist and scoot her over, in order to sit and hold her against me as I give her the comfort she needs right now.
“Love you, too,” she murmurs, laying her head against my chest.
Fuck if I don’t live for this woman.
She means the world to me and if it means taking out every last threat out there, to make her feel safe again, I will do whatever it fuckin’ takes to do so.
Chapter Fifteen
Luna
Since the wreck two weeks ago, I hadn’t been able to do much, not because I couldn’t but rather no one would let me do it for myself. It’s annoyed the living hell out of me being babied. Not just by Shadow, but the ol’ ladies, some of Shadow’s brothers, and the Devore men who descended on me like a bee to honey.
I simply just wanted to be left alone.
Did anyone listen to me when I said this?
Nope.
I’ve had company surrounding me constantly, without a breather anywhere in there. Today was the first day back at school and it was nice for a change. I was able to see Harley, Charlotte, and even Lila. Though she seemed different in some way. More apprehensive than usual. She’d been out sick since the night of my surprise party. I don’t know what’s going on with her, though I wish I could help her.
Lila is one of the sweetest people I know and yet she always has this pain stricken look in her gaze that seems to haunt her.
“Do you think we can convince your man to let you join us for dinner tonight?” Charlotte asks, she’s been upset since no one told her what was going on and she didn’t get to be there for me, as she put it, to make sure I was good with her own eyes.
“Probably, they’re all supposedly doing something tonight anyway,” I shrug. I want to go but then again, I don’t. Not with the fact, in the last two weeks Mareena hasn’t been found and Delano wasn’t at the airfield. Evidently, he’d taken off mere minutes before the guys got there according to the air traffic controller.
“Good, then we’re going. Text him and tell him you’ll be with us. Those little prospects can even join us if they want to,” she says, wagging her brows up and down as she mentions Cyprus and Aries. Two of the newer prospects. Neo and Cane had gotten their patches and were now full patch members of the club.
“I don’t think they’re allowed,” I mutter.
“Oh well,” she giggles with a shrug of her own as she pulls her phone and types on it.
“Shame, I could use some eye candy like them around,” Harley states, hefting her purse on her shoulder. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah, let me message . . .”
“You don’t need to message him,” Charlotte says taking my phone from my hand tossing it on my desk before leading me out of the room. “You’re with us and have those yummy prospects to follow you like little wide-eyed puppies looking for their mommy.”
What in the world has gotten into Charlotte?
“Ugh, Charlotte, she still needs her phone,” Harley grumbles from behind me.
“No, she doesn’t those prospects will tell Shadow where she is. Besides she’s not his slave and should be able to go and do whatever she wants. I’m just making that happen,” Charlotte snaps.
“Whatever, let’s just get to the restaurant and eat. I’m starving and you must be PMSing since you’re being a snappy bitch right now.” I hate to admit it but Harley’s right. Normally Charlotte is a mellow go get’em type of person with a bubbly personality. Right now, she’s the complete opposite.
“Maybe I am. But it’s been a bad day, the kids were hellions and I am in need of food and a drink,” Charlotte retorts.
The three of us head out the doors waving to the janitor as we pass.
“Have a good weekend,” I call out.
“You do the same.” One of them returns, but I don’t catch who since Charlotte is all but running, her hand still around my wrist.
As we get to her car, I look around for Cyprus and Aries, not finding either of them.
Weird.
Shaking my head, I climb in the front seat as Harley climbs in the back. All of us put on our seatbelts and Charlotte starts the car, puts it in gear. Only she doesn’t remove her foot from the brake. Nope instead she twists her body and the next thing I know everything is going dark as I hear Harley scream.
The air around me is stifling and I can barely catch a breath. It’s also as if my airway is compromised by something. Only I don’t know what it is.
I go to lift my hands and find out but I’m unable to do so with them tied to the arms of a chair. The room is dark and I can’t see even an inch in front of me.
“What’s going on? Hello?”
The last thing I remember is getting in Charlotte’s car.
Oh God.
Charlotte.
The contorted look
