The next few weeks pass quickly and the ball is rolling with the Wayward Saints. Dom has his club out here on protection detail, and I can tell that they aren’t too thrilled with it. My phone rings and when I look down, I see his name on my screen.
“What do you got for me?” I ask when I answer it.
“My guys are on their way to you. Stay with them and they will protect you. Keep Siena and the baby out of sight. I got word from a friend that Evan is closing in on you.” Walking away from where Siena and the baby are, I try to calm the fuck down. I want to kill that bastard so damn bad right now. He will regret ever fucking touching her. His threats are real I’m sure, but she means more to me than anything, and I’ll fight like hell to keep both her and Nixon safe.
“I’ll be ready for that fucking prick. He comes near her, and I won’t think twice about pulling the trigger.” I growl.
Dom and I have become pretty damn good friends since everything started and, to be honest, I’m just glad to have him on my side. He’s a scary fucker if you get on the wrong side of him. He was in town for a few days last week, and let’s just say that he doesn’t give a fuck who he pisses off. He protects women, and that’s something I respect.
“Good. Keep the anger, you’re gonna need it.” He hangs up and I hear the engines of a few Harley’s coming. Siena comes walking into the room, and she looks nervous. She has Nixon in her arms and I lead her back out of the room without saying a word.
“Sloane?” She asks quietly. It’s almost like she’s afraid of what’s going to happen.
“Baby, everything is fine. They’re here to get us the fuck out of here.” She nods her head, and rushes to put Nixon in his car seat. Her phone starts to ring and judging by the look on her face, it isn’t someone she wants to talk to. She comes back over to me and shows me the screen. I recognize the number, but I can’t place who it belongs to.
“Answer it, and put it on speaker.” I pull her into my body and she relaxes a fraction.
“Hello?” Her voice is strained and I can only imagine who is going to be on the other end of the line.
“Where the fuck is he?” Siena looks up at me and I urge her to talk to him.
“What are you talking about?” Her voice is hesitant and her hands grip my arm.
“Where the hell is that fucking bastard that knocked you up? Him and I have some things we need to work out.”
“Why?”
“Because that fucker took out our old man before I could get all the accounts. Now I’m out the fucking money I planned on taking. You don’t turn him over, and I’ll come after you and that bastard child of yours. See you soon little sister.” He sneers before he disconnects the line.
Siena looks at me with a stunned expression. Pulling her into my chest, I feel her sharp intake of breath. Gully comes into the room with one of the bikers from the Wayward Saints, and he gives me a questioning glance. I shake my head and hold Siena until Nixon starts to cry. She releases her grip on me and wipes her eyes as she walks past the men and back into Nixon’s bedroom.
“That was Evan. He wants me.” Gully looks at me like already knows what I’m going to say. Hell he probably does.
“That’s a bad fucking idea.” The biker says looking back at the door Siena went through.
“Keep your eyes off her.” I growl. He turns back to me and shrugs. “We need to get her and Nixon to safety. Dom said to keep them both out of sight and judging by the phone call, Evan is on his way to us already.”
Gully nods, and I make my way out of the room and into Nixon’s bedroom. I see Siena grabbing clothes and shoving them in a bag. Walking over to her, I wrap my arms around her and pull her back into my chest. “I won’t let anything happen to either of you.”
The tension from her body dissipates and she melts into my embrace. I know she’s scared about what her brother might do, but I sure as hell ain’t letting him get close enough to even see her or our son.
I hold her just like that until Gully comes into the room telling us we need to move.
The whole fucking drive was shitty. There was tension filling the whole damn car and I wanted to fucking break it, but I couldn’t. The only way that Siena is ever going to feel safe again is if the threat is eliminated. I know what I have to do, and I’ll be damned if I feel bad about taking this sick fuck out.
There are bikes all around us as Gully eases the car onto the highway towards the Saints clubhouse. Watching the mirrors, I grab my gun from the back of my jeans and set it on my lap. The drive is quiet for the most part and I can’t wait to get them to safety. If Evan wants a war, I’ll give him one.
A few gunshots erupt around us and when I look back, I see a truck coming up on our ass. The bikers start to fire back, but it doesn’t stop the truck from gaining on us. Looking at Siena, I can see the fear in her eyes.
“Keep your head down.” I bark out as Gully keeps on driving. One of the bikers goes down and his bike skids in front of us. The sound of metal scraping the ground is loud as hell, and Nixon starts to cry.
Siena tries to soothe him, but it’s no use. A few of the bikers that were in front of us drop back to help the others, and Gully guns it as we get closer to the clubhouse. We see it coming up, and Gully drives like fucking hell to get us inside the gates.
Gunshots keep erupting and one hits the window. Siena screams, and I push her head down and open my window to lean out, firing shots back at the bastards. A bullet comes close to me, and I feel Siena’s hand on my thigh.
Gully pulls into the parking lot of the clubhouse, and men come running out of the building with guns drawn. “Sloane.” Siena whispers. She has tears streaming down her face, and the sound of Nixon’s cries block out everything that’s going on. Getting out of the car, I open the back door and grab her hand, pulling her out of the car.
Gully stands in front of us and starts to fire shots at anyone that comes near the gate. Grabbing the car seat, I keep hold of Siena’s hand and drag her inside the clubhouse. When the door closes behind us, I pull her further back into the building and up some stairs that take you to their game room.