Page 52 of Savior

Not willing to part with the baby’s snacks, I rifled through the cabinet under the sink until I found what I needed. I tore the end off the wrapper, letting the tampon drop onto my lap before carefully placing the toothbrush inside the plastic sleeve.

“Caparina!” Little Ricky yelled from the living room. “Sometime today would be nice.”

I hurriedly tucked the wrapped toothbrush into the side pocket of my purse before reaching for a washcloth to wrap the comb in.

We were going to find out why Kate had run away, convince Jeremy to pull surveillance from the hospital, swing by Angel’s house and get the full story on what had happened to my mother, and then I’d have Zane run a simple paternity test on Bear.

Maybe if there was enough time, I’d even be able to sneak in a nap.

I exited the bathroom, lingering for a few extra seconds in the hallway to regain my composure and stop the trembling in my hands. A black leather vest lying on the white comforter of Molly and Bear’s king-sized bed caught my attention.

My dad had been wearing one just like it the night he saved my life. I let my hands run over the worn leather before pausing to take a closer look.

It couldn’t be.

President, the patch proudly declared. Underneath were four letters that would change the entire course of my search for the truth.

Grey.

Bear had my father’s vest.

He was the traitor.

Chapter Eleven

Celia

The porch swing creaked as I settled against it, leaving me with a strong sense of nostalgia. I’d long considered the old farmhouse my safe haven. For twelve years, it had been the place I could go to escape the world.

It wasn’t until Jamie went missing that I realized it was never the house. My safe place had been him.

Always.

A motorcycle slowly rumbled up the driveway, the headlight hitting my face like a spotlight. I squinted against the brightness before wrapping my fingers around the handle of the gun beside me, keeping it out of sight.

I refused to run and hide from anyone.

The lone rider climbed off the bike and removed his helmet, making no attempt to reach for the weapon on his hip.

“A man walks into a bar and sees his friend sittin’ next to a twelve-inch pianist,” he called up to me before stepping into the light from the porch.

Comedian.

I exhaled a shaky laugh and moved my finger off the trigger before flipping the safety on again. “You came all this way to tell me a joke?”

He shrugged. “It’s my night to keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t do anything crazy.”

“Like what?” I asked. “Go after the men who shot my husband and took my parents?”

“Somethin’ like that. Bear’s just tryin’ to keep you safe.”

No, since he’d discovered that I’d reneged on my promise to stay out of their way, Bear was hellbent on keeping me a prisoner in my own home.

Initially, I’d stood in my parent’s empty kitchen, staring at the bloodstain on the cabinets until the shock gave way to simmering rage.

I’d driven home on auto-pilot, turning Lauren’s warning over and over in my mind. We were all fish in a barrel, just waiting to be picked off on a whim of a group of psychopaths.

Angel had found me in the closet, emptying the contents of Jamie’s gun safe into a duffel bag. Unfortunately, he hadn’t seen the logic in ending them before they ended me, and had alerted the club.

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