Page 53 of Blade

“Hellcat, you caused the accident? Where the hell did you get a knife from?” Viper asks her with wide eyes.

“I had one of my small daggers in my bra. I didn’t plan on doing it that way. I wanted to wait till we came to a complete stop, but Layla was singing along with the radio and the shit was terrible. I think I would rather listen to hyenas mate then to listen to her singing.”

Viper looks at his wife, stunned by her words. After a few seconds of silence, everyone starts laughing. Only Cara would cause a damn car accident because of someone singing. If I didn’t see how normal she is with her kids, I would swear all her screws were loose.

“Whelp, looks like you’ll get that payback after all, Bear,” Dice says as he hops out of the van. Bear gives a dark laugh as the guys help gag and restrain Layla and Pyro before loading them into the van.

“Come on, Hellcat, let’s get you to the hospital. Bear, I want you to get the flatbed and get rid of the SUV. Pops, get a few of the guys and get rid of the bodies. Doc, follow me to the hospital. I don’t want any of those other fuckers touching my woman,” Viper orders as he leads Cara to the truck followed by Sara. Torch and I make a move to follow him until Dice shouts out our names.

“You want me to take you back to your bikes?” he asks me and Torch.

Fuck, I was so caught up in going after my sister, I forgot I left my bike in the middle of a field. I would do that time and time again for my family.

“We’ll meet you at the hospital, Prez.”

“Dice, get Kevin to retrieve my bike. Tell him if there’s one scratch on it, he’s a dead man. Blade, Torch, go check on your mom first. I’m pretty sure she’s out of her mind with worry.” He smirks as he quickly drives away.

That fucker!

He’s making me deliver the bad news about Cara’s accident. I look over at Torch to see he has a frown matching mine.

“She’s going to kill us,” Torch mutters as we hop into the van.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

BIANCA

After Sara, Cara, and Thor took off, I stopped by Smoke’s house to get my girls and mom. We headed to Crystal and Paul’s house. I guess my and Sofia’s faces were giving away our worry because Mom and Crystal swarmed us as soon as the girls took off to the playroom with the other kids.

“What is it? What happened?” Crystal asks frantically.

“We don’t know. All I know is Cara and Sara received a text message and they shot out of the house like bats out of hell,” Sofia whispers shakily.

Paul comes over and wraps his wife and daughter in his arms as they begin to sob. I know things are bad, but I don’t have a clue as to how bad it is. Judging by their reactions, it makes my stomach churn even more. I can’t lose Cameron. We already lost so much valuable time with one another.

“I’m sure it’ll be okay. The guys are tough, and your daughters used to work for the government. We’ll just have to keep faith that they’ll return to us,” Mom soothes Crystal, wrapping me in a hug.

We take our seats in the living room and patiently wait in silence. After a few hours of sitting on pins and needles, there’s a knock on the front door. Paul hurries off the couch to answer the door and in comes Voodoo. He’s one of the guys from the Louisiana chapter.

“I just wanted to let you guys know some of the guys and I are surrounding the house. I didn’t want you to hear us and be alarmed.” He makes a move to walk back out the door but Crystal jumps off the couch, running over to him.

“Is it really that bad?” she croaks.

Voodoo’s face gives away nothing. He just stares down at Crystal, not saying a word. “Come on, honey, you know he can’t tell us anything. The kids will tell us what they can when they can.”

Paul nods to Voodoo as he heads out and ushers Crystal back to the sofa. I volunteer to make dinner for everyone. I need to keep myself busy or I’ll drive myself crazy with worry. I make spaghetti, salad, and some garlic bread. The kids have no problems scarfing down the food, seeing as they’re oblivious to what’s going on, which is good.

It took a little while, but we got every kid bathed and put to bed. Chase and Elena were easy compared to the older kids. A nice warm bath and warm bottle put them out like a light. However, getting two sets of triplets to bed was real work. They wanted to continue to play with one another, not understanding why they needed sleep if they weren’t tired, as Naomi put it.

By the time Crystal and I had them settled, it was a little after nine. We went back to the living room, waiting to hear from someone. Anyone. Crystal’s leg was bouncing away and you could see the stress and worry in her eyes.

“Mom, calm down. I’m sure they’re okay.”

“Sofia, the day you become a mother, you’ll understand.”

Sofia sighs and takes a seat next to her mother, hugging her. Seeing how hard Crystal and Paul worked to get them out of the rough neighborhood and into a better life, I can’t stop myself from asking a question that’s been on my mind for a while.

“Do you regret allowing Cam and Chris to be a part of an MC?”

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