“Well, too bad, Charity,” Hazel replies, and throws my bag on the bed. “I have an idea.”
I stop; my hands are trembling, and I shake them out, trying to control them.
“Sit,” Hazel commands. I do as she says and run my damp palms over my jeans.
She sits back down beside me and reaches for her phone on the nearby desk. “I’m calling my brother, he’ll help us.”
She begins to dial a number, and I stop her by quickly placing my hand on hers. “No! Not your brother. Hazel, I told you I don’t want you involved, and now you’re calling your brother for help? No, I can’t get him involved too. Blake is a professional fighter, he has friends… friends in all the wrong places. If he finds out that your brother is helping me, he will go after him too.”
Hazel doesn’t look fazed at all as she shrugs her shoulders and pushes my hand away. “What are you doing?” I ask when she continues to dial the number.
“My brother is a fighter too, Charity, and a biker. He has friends in all the wrong places as well. Unless you want to go to the police, I don’t see how you’re going to get away from him. He threatened you, Charity. Now, I don’t know Blake that well, but from what I’ve heard he’s a damn good fighter, and if there’s anyone that can take him on, it’s my brother and his club.”
I don’t reply, because she’s right. How can I go to the police? He said he would kill me. The police won’t stop him from coming after me. Hazel said a while back that her brother’s motorcycle club is in New York, which is a few hours’ drive from here.
My scattered thoughts cease when Hazel starts to speak. “Kane, it’s Hazel. Please call me back.” She ends the call and starts biting at her bottom lip. “He’s not answering,” she explains, then gets up and runs to the closet, grabbing a bag out and shoving clothes in it. Then she opens a drawer in the dresser and grabs what looks like a toiletries bag. “Okay, I’m ready,” she says.
“Ready for what?” I ask, frowning in confusion.
“We’re leaving. Like now.”
I blink stupidly, not able to keep up with her. “What? Where?”
“We’re going to drive to my brother’s clubhouse. I’ll drive. We should be there by the morning,” she states, looking at her watch then grabbing a jacket out of her closet.
“But… but…. What if he doesn’t want to help me? What if he turns us away?”
She doesn’t reply, she grabs my bag and throws it at me. I catch it and throw a strap over my shoulder. “Hazel?”
She turns before she opens the dorm room door. “What? We don’t have time.”
Swallowing hard I repeat, “What if he turns us away?”
She smiles and rests a hand on my shoulder. “Believe me, Charity, Kane won’t. He would do anything to help out his sister.”
“Yeah, but I’m a stranger to him, I’m not his sister. Why would he help me?”
“Because, dummy, you’re my best friend, and like I said, he would do anything for me. So, he will do this for us. He will protect us.”