Page 41 of Burning Truths

“Clean yourself up,” he says.

His tone is empty and tired. My exhaustion is bone deep leaving me unable to move so I nod instead. He moves towards the door leaving me bare and dripping. Opening the door he looks back at me over his shoulder.

“You taste better than I ever imagined.”

Shutting the door, I'm left alone. Turning towards the wall my knees meet my chest, my eyes falling closed. Sinking into the bed I drift into the darkness that welcomes me.

Chapter Eighteen

RYKER

Trees blur past the windows on the way back to the apartment.

That call is made from inside the family.

Kingstons words echo in my head. Someone put Kenna in the hands of a fucking obsessed old man with intent to have her removed from my hold. Coming up on my turn I slam onto the breaks and jerk the wheel to the right.

“Goddamn, Ryker.” Haven snaps from the passenger seat.

Ignoring her I step on the gas once the vehicle straightens back out sending us down the two lane road far past the speed limit. Haven's phone rings pulling both of our attention from the road. Neither of us are expecting a call but somehow the oxygen in the air is sucked into a vacuum. Her eyes flit from mine to the lit up screen before her finger slides the green button to the right answering the call. Turning back to the road I hit the breaks less than a yard away from our next turn stopping in the middle of the street without a fuck given.

“What are you doing?” She asks, looking over her shoulder out the back glass.

Tipping my head towards her phone, I wait for her to speak.

“West.” She says.

My brows raise in question, but she ignores me to listen to the other end. I can’t say I’m surprised that West already has the girl's number, but what does surprise me is the fact that she gave it to him. Haven’s been a fucking kitty with claws when it comes to my middle brother, but that’s shit for another day. Rolling my hand I press her for information but she’s stuck in place waiting for West to finish talking. Her head is bobbing, by the time the voice on the other end trails off her head is whipping towards me. My foot presses the gas to the floor spinning the tires clouding the car in smoke until we take off. I can see it in her eyes. They found her.

Haven drops the phone in her lap, chewing on the inside of her lip, she shifts to the side to watch outside the window. Three minutes. Five minutes. Almost there. Another turn, blowing through the final red light, the SUV drifts into the parking garage where a small group of people are standing outside a small blue Skyline and two bikes. Three out of the five are dressed in all black so it’s easy to make out the Wolves from West and Ally except there’s an extra person in the center of the group.

“Out.” I order once the SUV is put in park.

Haven hesitates for a moment before rolling her eyes and sliding out the car. Shutting the door she bounces over to Oakley with awhat the fucklook on her face. All eyes shift to me but I hit the lock on the door and pick up my phone.

Ring.

Ring.

“Sup?” The voice on the other end says.

Rubbing my lips together I let the silence hang between us for a second.

“Where have you been?” I press.

I let the accusation in my tone linger in the air giving him a second to respond.

He scoffs on the other end, “Have I not earned your trust,Brother.” He hisses the last word.

Gripping the wheel I try to grab ahold of the last semblance of control I still have but calm is far from the emotion coursing through me.

“That may be, Brother, but I had a few things to handle.” He sighs.

I realize that I’m pushing his limits but I can’t reign it in at this point. I’ve been searching for somewhere to place this anger and right now he’s the perfect target. The one person that is supposed to be here and when I look around he’s the one missing.

“What’s more important than finding Kenna?” I snarl.

Agitation sinks in my bones, “G.” I snap when he doesn’t respond.

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