Page 10 of Holland
“What the fuck Holland you’re a fucking Reject now? Shit! That’s not going to work, that’s not going to work at all. You were a fucking cop; you were supposed to be a fucking good guy.” I couldn’t help but smile, because no matter how many times I tried to get her to curb her cursing it never worked. She looked crushed to find out I was trying to be a Reject though, like it somehow ruined her life. Which didn’t really make sense, I looked behind her for her sister, but I didn’t see her or her badass bike. Something wasn’t right.
“Crimson, why are you here?” She looked down at her shoes, kicking a stray pebble.
“Crimson, where is your sister?” When she looked back up at me, there were tears in her eyes.
“She made me go, said she couldn’t take care of things and worry about me. I didn’t want to go, but she made me.” The tears started running down her face and I pulled her into a hug.
“They’re going to kill her, or worse. You gotta help her. But you can’t now.”What the hell was she talking about? If Bella was in trouble me being a cop or not shouldn’t matter.
“Who? Who is going to kill her? Crimson you have to give me something to go on here kid. If your sister is in trouble I can help.” She shook her head against my chest, giant sobs echoing in the garage. Bart looked just as perplexed, while Matt finally joined the party still looking a little green.
“You can’t help anymore. You were supposed to still be a cop. But now you're this, and she won’t want this.” Crimson backed away, flinging her hand out to point to my cut like it was a spider she wanted to squash.
“What’s she talking about? Dude you have the worst taste in women.” I glared at Matt, thinking of all the ways I was going to beat the shit out of him once I was no longer a prospect. Before I could correct him though, Jesse came barreling into the garage looking concerned for Matt.
“Matt, babe. Are you alright? You look awful, let’s get you home.” Jesse put her arm around Matt trying to steer him towards the door.
“Oh, hi Crimson.” Matt looked at his girl like she’d grown two heads.
“You know this chick babe? How do you know her but we don’t?” Jesse blushed as she looked over at me to explain, which made Matt growled.
“Because she helped me get her a job, dumbass. Crimson, meet Matt and Bart, my asshole friends and future brothers.” Not that I didn’t think of them as my brothers already, but once I was patched, they’d be my club brothers. Crimson clung to me as she waved to the idiots.
“And again, not my girlfriend. She was never my girlfriend.” Matt just rolled his eyes like he didn’t believe a word I said.
“She’s fucking seventeen, I’m not a goddamn pedophile asshole.” Matt’s eyes looked like they were about to fall out of their sockets.
“Then who the fuck is she numnuts? Because we definitely don’t need no fucking jail bait running around the club.” I ran my hand down my face, sighing to myself.
“You don’t listen to a damn thing I say do you? I told you about her like forever ago dude. She’s the girl my mom and Jack had working.” Crimson looked down at her shoes in embarrassment. The kid didn’t have shit to be embarrassed about as far as I was concerned, but clearly, she didn’t like people knowing about her past.
“She stayed with me for a little bit, while I searched for her sister. Only her sister found me instead.” I figured keeping shit simple was probably the way to go. Crimson story was Crimson’s to tell, not mine.
“Yeah, only then she got herself in to some deep shit with some asshole because she turned him down and now you can’t help because you’re a fucking prospect. I needed a fucking cop, not this.” She threw her hand up in exasperation at me as she turned to walk away. What the fuck was she rambling on about?
“Crimson wait, where’s Bella? Tell me what the fuck is going on.” I reached out and grabbed her elbow, stopping her escape. Before I knew what was happening, she planted the heel of her boot down my shin to my foot, then elbowed me hard in the stomach, making me double over in pain.
“What the fuck Crimson?”I gasped out, holding my stomach.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry Holland, it was a knee-jerk reaction. See I remember all the shit you taught me, no guy is going to be able to take advantage of me again.” I was torn between pride that she remembered all my self-defense techniques and wanting to curl into a little ball from the pain.
“Damn girl that was badass! How come you haven’t taught me, Jesse, and Beth those moves? Huh?” Bliss stood over me hands on her hips looking like an avenging angel ready to strike.
“You’ve never asked first of all and second of all, you and Beth know how to shoot and carry a fucking gun these days. Jesse until recently, thanks to Matt, has been terrified of her own shadow. No way was I going to practice that shit with her and scare her half to death.” Bliss tapped her boot against the pavement like she was waiting for the rest of my answer.
“Do you want me to teach you self-defense Bliss?” I sighed out as Matt and Bart both coughed behind their hands to keep from laughing.
“Yes, I would, but not right now. Right now, it sounds like your girl needs help or someone she knows does. Honestly everything you said was very confusing.” We all gave Crimson our full attention.
“Fine, I’ll tell you, but it won’t do any good, you're just a prospect.” We listened intently as Crimson relayed everything from when Bella refused Lorenzo to them hiding out in the mountains. The more she talked the more anxious I became to get the fuck out of there and go find her. If Lorenzo found her there was no telling what he might do, but whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be good. I needed to make sure I found her first, by any means necessary.
Chapter Eight
Bella
“Little pig, little pig, let me in.” Shit, shit, fucking shit. Time was up. I was out of places to hide and Lorenzo’s men were seconds from finding me. At least Crimson wasn’t here with me, I couldn’t live with myself if they captured her too. After everything she’d already been through, she didn’t deserve to get pulled into my mess. She was safe with Holland, damn just thinking about him made my heart rate pick up. No, that was the fear of the guys about to break down the door of the cabin I was hiding in that had my heart rate picking up.
Stifling a scream with the palm of my hand, I prayed, for the first time in my life, as the front door finally caved in. Maybe they wouldn’t find the door under the rug. I hoped. The cellar was my last best hope at hiding from them. If I could stay quiet and they didn’t look too closely at the floor I might live to fight another day. Light spilled through the spaces in the floor, I could make out several figures moving around the cabin.
