Page 24 of Torn
Chapter Thirteen
Storm
I pick her up and takes her over to the couch.
Taking her phone, I put it on speaker. "I'm gonna guess this is bad form the way your sister just reacted. Now you might not like me, but I'm here, and I'll protect her with everything that I have."
"Fine. She tell you about everything?" I look over at Becca, and she nods at his question.
“Yea she did. I just found out about the flowers and notes too.”
“What do you mean?” Concern rises in his tone.
"She's been getting flowers on her car every day, and she thought it was me. Today there was a note. I'm not sure what it said though, we didn't get that far." Becca points to her purse, and I head over to it. When I find the note, I read it to her brother, and I can hear shit crashing around on his end. "Want to tell me what you know?"
"Anthony Ricci isn't in prison anymore. We don't know how long he's been gone either. Apparently, he at some point was switched out with someone who looks almost identical to him, down to the facial hair. The guards had no idea till he went to the infirmary today. The blood type didn't match his records. They are going to come for her."
I don’t say this to him, but they already have, they’re here.
"Okay, I'm going to get her to my place because it's safer than hers. Give us a call back if you hear anything else."
"Yea, keep an eye on her for me." I can hear the fear in his voice, and he has every right to be scared. These people are not people you want to fuck around with.
"Let's go; we need to get you to the club. I need you to pack a bag." She's still sitting on the couch, and she looks like she's almost in a trance. "Angel?" I kneel down in front of her and take her face in my hands. "Babe, I need you to pay attention to me right now. I'm going to keep you safe, but I need you to pack a bag okay?"
She nods her head and gets up.
Fuck.
I pick up my phone and call Tracker. “Send some brothers over here. I’m gonna give you the address. I need someone to bring a truck and drive my bike home too.”
“Shit get bad?”
"Shit is fucking terrible. I'll fill you in when we get there." I hang up the phone and head into Becca's room. She has a suitcase half full, but she's just sitting on her bed. I pull her up to me and against my chest. "I know this is hard, and I know it brings up all the things you've pushed down. I need you to look at me, we need to talk about some stuff on the way to the club, and I need you coherent. You understand me?"
"Yea, I'm just—" her sentence falls away, and I pull her close to me.
"I know. I have you though; I won't let anyone hurt you." My phone buzzes, and it's Tracker. "Yea?"
“We will be there in a few minutes.”
“Let’s get your bag and get out of here okay?” she nods. “You need to text Sara tell her to stay with friends till we figure this out.”
Her eyes widen. “You think she’s in trouble?”
"Not yet, but she shouldn't be here." I grab her bag and her hand leading her downstairs. Scanning the sidewalk, I see my brothers standing out front near my bike.
Tracker hands me the truck keys, and I give him the keys to my bike. I take Becca's hand and lead her to the truck. Once I'm in, I look over at her. "I need you to pay attention to me, babe." She looks at me, and she isn't all there, but it's better than before. "I'm taking you to the club, for them to protect you I need to claim you. Any idea what that means?" She shakes her head no. "It means that you're mine. I'll protect you with my life, and so will the club. This ties you to me though, and I need to make sure that you realize that before I do. Is this something you want?"
She nods her head. "It is." She scoots closer on the bench and lays her head on my chest. I don't say anything else to her. I know she's trying to process it all and honestly, none of it makes sense to me.
Once we get to the club, I hand her stuff to Joe one of our prospects and tell him to take her to my room. Everyone is waiting for me in church so I can update them with where we are. Walking in I'm the last one to arrive.
"Okay, so I was at Becca's house when her brother called her," I tell them what I know about Anthony and his escape, which really isn't much. Then I go into the flowers and the note.
"So you brought this girl here and expected us to protect her when you didn't even claim her?" Colt interrupts.
"That was my next point. I'm claiming her, form this day she's mine, which makes her ours." A small round of applause sounds.
