Page 99 of Nave
“Kit, what—”
“Get here,” she cut me off. “Now.”
I heard the sound of her gun cocking before she ended the call.
My fucking blood ran cold.
I was up and on my feet, reaching out for who was closest to me—Dezi—and dragging him with me toward the door.
“What’s going on?” he asked as I charged into a run.
“Something with the girls at the homestead,” I told him as I jumped on my bike. “Something that had Kit cocking a gun.”
I saw the seriousness overtake Dezi’s face for just a second before I peeled off.
It wasn’t a long drive. But the miles felt long with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.
Despite knowing that Kit had a gun, that she knew how to use it, that she was a good shot, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she lost the gun, if she got knocked out.
I thought Lolly would be safe there.
I put not only her in danger, but Kit and Ariah. I would have to answer to Lorenzo, Bethany, Tig, and Kenzi if a single hair was out of place on their daughters’ heads.
Fucking Ben.
And it had to be Ben.
Nothing else would make Kit react like that.
We’d been so damn careful.
No cameras. No web footprint. She always had a disguise on in public spaces that had cameras.
Could we have missed one? A camera at the park that day we’d gone? One in the clubhouse during one of the parties?
Who knew.
It didn’t matter.
What mattered was the fact that Lolly and the girls were in trouble. That I had to get there. Before something awful happened.
I pushed the bike faster, ignoring that little voice in my head that belonged to my mother, begging me to drive safe, to wear my helmet, to not take any unnecessary risks.
The roads that time of night were blessedly empty, allowing Dezi to easily speed up beside me as we got closer to the homestead.
My heart was punching my ribcage as I turned up the unlit driveway, saying a silent prayer that I wasn’t too late, that Ben hadn’t gotten his hands on Lolly again.
When I neared the clearing, my headlights cut through the dark.
And there they were.
Kit and Lolly, slowly making their way up toward the clearing.
Kit’s arm was around Lolly. Lolly was cradling her hand to her chest, her eyes telling the story of her terror.
I flew toward her. I wasn’t even sure I kicked out the kickstand, that my bike didn’t immediately topple over.
It didn’t matter.
