Page 49 of Sully

I looked down at the phone Fallon placed in front of me on the poker table. It was a brick wall I recognized as one of the ones at Redemption, the bar owned by Fallon and his wife.

And on the brick wall, graffiti.

It was rough but intricate, featuring a bloody scene that depicted one crew being killed by another group.

“You think this is related?” I asked, brows lowered.

“I don’t know. But I don’t think someone went from trying to blow you and some innocent girl up to just running with his tail tucked. If this is a threat, I want to know.”

“And if it’s just a couple of idiot kids…”

“I want to scare the shit out of them, little fucks,” Fallon said with an amused smirk.

Being a former hellion himself, he had a soft spot for troublemakers. But as the third-generation president of an outlaw biker club, he couldn’t let neighborhood kids think they could tag anything belonging to the club and get away with it.

“Your cameras didn’t catch this?”

“Something knocked the camera in the other direction before it happened.”

“Honestly, it sounds more like—“ I started, but was cut off by several loud pop pop pops.

Normally, my instinct would be to grab a gun and head outside, to face the threat, to defend the club.

As the others did that, though, I found myself running down the hall and into my room, finding Bonnie had dropped down off of the bed, her shoulders up by her ears, her hands on her head.

“Come with me,” I demanded, grabbing a gun out of my drawer.

When I glanced back, her head was shaking side to side, her body trembling.

“Okay. Alright. I need to move you,” I said, rushing toward her as there were more pops outside.

What the fuck was going on?

“I got you,” I said, leaning down, scooping her up, and running out of the room.

The bedrooms in the clubhouse were windowless and reinforced for a reason. She could be safe from a stray bullet in there. But if we were about to be invaded, I wanted her somewhere damn near impossible to infiltrate.

“Layna!” I yelled when I found the door already barred. “Bonnie needs in.”

The door flew open, whacking into me with its force.

“Come on,” Layna said, running down the narrow basement steps.

I followed more slowly, not wanting to fall with Bonnie in my arms.

“No,” Bonnie whimpered, grabbing at me when I lowered her down onto one of the beds in the basement.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. I have to go. Take care of her,” I demanded, looking at Layna and Luna, then turning and running.

Nothing had ever felt as wrong as running away from Bonnie right then.

Layna ran up the stairs behind me.

“Don’t open for anyone but us,” I said.

“I know the drill,” Layna said as I moved onto the upper floor.

Behind me, the door slammed. The locks slid into place. And then the medieval bar slid down as well.

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