Page 36 of Three Beasts

Chapter 22

Zeva

I wake up sore and stiff from the night before.

I haven’t ever been manhandled like that before.

But I have to say I don’t dislike it, and the post-sex soreness just reminds me of all the blissful orgasms I experienced.

Jason is very adept at handling women and lucky for me I’m the only one he has eyes for. I gingerly make my way down to the kitchen so that I can get some sorely needed coffee.

I feel happy about my life, but I'm worried about what’s gone down at the Honeypot. I know the guys didn’t want to tell me anything but I’ve been dying to find out if Tammi’s okay. I call down there and the bouncer answers.

“Hi. It’s me Zeva. I heard about what happened and I just want to make sure everything’s okay. How is everyone?” I ask with baited breath.“Please tell me no one got hurt.”

He tells me Tammi’s in the hospital.

Oh no.

I drop the phone in shock. I have to get to her. Not my Tammi. She’s like a mother to me. I have to get out of here.

I run and grab my stuff and try to avoid Jason. He’ll stop me. I dress in a hurry and remember with remorse that Wade brought me here on his bike.

It's fine. I'll just take one of his other bikes. I pick the least expensive looking one and pull it out of the garage. The gates open and I'm silently thankful that Wade didn't think to lock me in. Normally I may not disobey his request that I stay put, but with Tammi's life on the line, I have to be there.

Minutes feel like hours as I ride in the hot sun, anxious to get to her. I'm worried about her. If I lose her it's like losing family. I'm not prepared for another heartache like that. She's okay. She's okay. She's fine. I repeat these statements in my head as though positive thoughts might fix the situation.

I'm also worried about the guys because I know they’re gonna think retaliation. I feel that sick, familiar feeling of grief. This sounds like another biker war and in the last one, I lost my dad.

What if I lose the guys too?

I think of him out there preparing to do battle.

We’ve just started getting close. They took my virginity. To lose them now would mean to lose it all. I try not to let myself imagine it.

I race down the highway preparing for the worst. The bouncer told me Tammi was not good but he didn’t specify as to the injuries.

I wonder if anyone besides her was hurt.

It seems like we were moments away from experiencing that ourselves. First they shot up my place and then they attacked the Honeypot.

This is the beginning of war and it doesn’t look good. I’m afraid to see what shape Tammi is in.

The hot wind blows past my face and I’m trying to refrain from crying. I feel exposed even riding out here. Maybe it was a stupid move, leaving like this. The Iron legion might be watching Wade’s place but what else was I supposed to do? Tammi’s always been there for me and now it’s time to return the favor. I don’t see how I could not go to her. I think maybe I should’ve left Jason a note.

The fear infiltrates me on so many levels. I’m worried about Tammi. I’m worried about the guys entering into a war. And I hate to admit it, but I’m worried about myself.

I nearly got killed last night. And now with Tammi in the hospital it is evident that this thing is starting and it’s already out of control. Innocent people are getting hurt and I don’t see why Wade and the guys don’t realize this. I know this fear and pain. I experienced it not too long ago when I lost my father. The pain was unbearable and I simply can’t go through that again.

The tears fall hard now and yet the warm sun and wind dries my face upon contact. I feel furious and scared. I drive the bike as quickly as I can to get to the hospital and I just hope to stay out of sight.

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