Page 52 of Blade

“Least you were smart enough to take Jack with you to save your ass.” Gunner snickered, looking around King with a shit-eating grin.

I opened my mouth to tell Gunner to fuck off when Jack’s phone rang. He looked at his phone and then at me.

I knew it was her.

I fucking knew something would happen.

“Put it on speaker,” King demanded before yelling into the room to cut all the noise.

“Beck? Is that you? Are you ok?”

“Jack, I need you.”

Those four words had the power to annihilate me.

Barely above a whisper, but I could hear the terror in her voice.

“Beck, honey, tell me where you are.” Jack’s voice was soft and calm.

I was glad she called him. If I was talking to her, I knew I would be screaming in panic into the phone. I was barely keeping it together as it was.

“Um, I-I’m at the steakhouse just outside of town. I don’t know the address, but the name is… um it’s Grilled to Perfection.”

“I know where it is, babe. Don’t worry. Can you go inside and wait?”

I looked up at him and mouthed the words,I am going to get her.

“Uh-no. I don’t want to go back inside. Jack, I need you to come get me, please.”

“Absolutely, Are you safe where you are? Where’s Grant?”

“Um, I think so. I’m tucked into the building’s shadow. I don’t think anyone can see me. Um.” We could hear her take a deep breath over the line. “He left.”

“Ok, good, stay put until I get there.”

I glared at Jack, and he waved me off. I’ll be damned if he was going to get her.

“Beck, I have to hang up now. Stay where you are, ok?”

“Ok, Jack, hurry, please.”

Becca cut the call, and I immediately roared, “I fucking knew something would happen. I will fucking kill him.”

King placed his hand on my shoulder. “Calm down, brother. You will be no good to her if you lose it. Jack, take Ghost and Jingles and find the bastard. Blade, go pick her up and take her home. Make sure she’s ok.”

I ran to my bike.

My ass barely hit the seat before I fired her up and I was ready to go. I tore through the gate, not registering if the others had left yet. The only thought in my head was getting to her. Heading out of town, it occurred to me what I was feeling right now might be close to what she felt when I died.

Damn, how did she survive this?

Pulling up to the restaurant, she slipped from the darkness.

She must have heard the bike and figured it was safe to come out. The surprise on her face told me she was expecting Jack.

“Wh-what are you doing here? Where’s Jack?” She turned to look out toward the road, expecting someone else to pull in, and I saw the torn strap on her dress.

I had to stay on my bike to calm the rage before I scared her more.

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