Page 28 of Protectors

“We can, Tink. We’ll do everythin’ in King’s office so no one can see what’s goin’ on. Valor and Vault might be in there with us, but no one else,” Ghost assures our girl as we get out of our seats and head for King’s office as he follows us.

Pulling out my phone I call Doc and let him know King is going to check for a tracker right now. He assures me he’s on his way over and will be ten minutes because he’s at one of his patient’s homes.

“Are you sure about this, Alana?” King asks walking up to us and unlocking his office before leading us inside and closing the door once Valor and Vault have entered.

“I need to know. I refuse to lead that monster here so he can hurt the kids or one of you in his attempt to get to me,” she says, her voice steady and strong as she looks at each of us.

King picks up some kind of device and tells Alana to stand still and spread her legs a little bit while stretching her arms out to the side. Once she’s in the position he needs her to be in, King runs the device up and down her body. When he gets to the back of her neck, it makes some kind of crazy noise that’s so loud it echoes off the walls of his office. He moves it away and there’s just a steady beeping until it gets to the same spot once again.

“I’m gonna feel around on your neck. Is that okay, Alana?” he asks her, looking at all of us so she can’t see.

“Yeah,” she answers, her voice trembling as I step up in front of her to see tears spilling over her lashes and rolling down her face.

I hold her the best I can as King presses around on her neck for a few minutes. She winces as I turn my attention to where King stands behind her.

“Fuck,” he whispers, a look of dread filling his face as he faces each one of us. “It’s in her neck. Doc might not be able to remove it without first takin’ some imagin’ to ensure it’s not located too close to her spine or anythin’. Alana, you might have to go to his office tonight.”

“Okay,” she whispers as he steps away from her and Ghost steps up at her back and we hold her trembling body between the two of us as she cries.

It doesn’t take Doc long to arrive. King, Vault, and Valor pull him over and have a whispered conversation with him before Doc comes to stand by us.

“Alana, sweetheart, I’d feel better if we head to the office to deal with this situation. I don’t want to try to pull out the tracker if it’s too close to your spine. There could be damage done and I won’t do anythin’ to make it worse. Is that okay with you?” he asks her, his voice soft and gentle as she nods her response to him.

“Ghost, bring your truck around the back of the clubhouse. There’s already an SUV waitin’ there. We’ll have the truck and SUV leave at the same time. You’ll all be in the SUV while I take your truck. I’ll ride through the city long enough to get the images done before meetin’ you all at Doc’s office. I know she’s got the tracker on her so Terrence will know where she is, but I’m hopin’ the distraction of us both leavin’ at the same time will make him wonder if we found the device and removed it while moving Alana somewhere else,” Vault orders as Ghost nods and leaves King’s office before King also leaves us to let Brynn know he’ll be back once the tracking device is taken care of.

I take Alana out of the office and to the back door where we wait for Vault’s signal to leave the safety of the clubhouse behind. She doesn’t stop crying as we rush to the SUV and I sit with her in the backseat and head for Doc’s office while Vault takes Ghost’s truck on a ride. Doc asks Alana if she wants a mild sedative to help her calm down by the time we make it to his office and get her out of the SUV in the back where no one can see. She accepts his offer so I know how horrible she’s feeling right now. Our girl doesn’t take shit unless she absolutely has to. Doc lets us know we have to wait in the room while he gets her through imaging before taking her away on the stretcher. Ghost and I remain silent as Alana gets checked out because we’re both lost in our own minds right now. All I know is when we find Terrence, I’m going to fucking gut him and make him regret ever thinking he could fuck with our girl.

Chapter Fifteen

Alana

FOR THE LAST week,I’ve been burying myself in work and everything else I can to forget the fact that Terrence is still on the run and no one knows where he is. I try to forget the fact that he put a fucking tracker in my neck so he always knew where I was from looking at an app on his phone. When we were at Doc’s office, I broke down in tears and everyone left me alone with Kaden and Colton as they held me and murmured words of comfort and safety. Yes, I’m angry Terrence thought he could put a tracker in my body. However, I’m so fucking upset about the betrayal I’ve felt at his hands so many times over the year we were together. It might have been on and off but every single time I took that stupid fuck back it only reinforced in my mind that he's nothing more than an asshole. I’m the stupid bitch for taking him back so many times. I didn’t learn anything from hearing my mom’s story when she told us about her past with Jameson and Reagan’s sperm donor.

When we were at Doc’s office, he did the X-rays on my hand and determined it was time to take my cast off. In order not to have me dragged away from the compound once again, he removed my cast that night and put my hand and wrist in a brace. I definitely like the brace better than the cast, but it still hinders what I do and how I move my hand. Doc also said I can take a full shower after checking the wounds where I was stabbed and then needed surgery to remove my spleen. The stark reminders of what the asshole did to me standing out against my pale skin with the angry, red, puckered skin that was once smooth and blemish free. Now, I will always remember Terrence no matter how desperate I am to forget all the pain he put me through.

Today, Ghost gave me a day off from the shop. I wasn’t sure if I’d like working at Phantom Ink, but I’m pleasantly surprised to realize I love being there. The women who walk through the door always try to flirt with my man and he does nothing to encourage them. While most of the women take his words to heart and simply sit in the chair to get their tattoo done, there are several more brazen women who don’t give a fuck that he has a woman of his own. When it comes to those brazen women I also saunter over to my man and wrap my body around his. He kisses me deeply and then I tell the women where they can go with their interest in him. Crab and Beckett always laugh when I put these skanks in their place and start cheering when they leave the shop. Those people don’t end up coming back for tattoos in the future.

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