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“Liss, I had to keep you safe,” I replied.
She flung an arm out, furious.
“You went behind my back, Gideon. My brother pulls that shit on me all the time. He lies to my face. He throws me to the wolves to sell his drugs. I’m trying so fucking hard to leave that life behind and then you…you did this. How the hell am I supposed to trust you now?”
The silence that loomed over our heads was suffocating. She was shaking with anger. How could I make her see reason? How could I explain that I was nothing like her brother?
“That’s what I thought,” Liss said, her voice raw.
She turned and marched away, keeping her head held high. It pained me to watch her go.
“Crash,” I barked.
Crash poked his head out of the door.
“Yeah?”
I jabbed a thumb down the street.
“Tail her. Don’t let Liss out of your sight.”
“Got it.”
***
An hour later, after pacing a rut in the floor at the clubhouse, my phone finally rang with a call from Crash.
“Where is she?” I demanded.
“This douchebag came out of nowhere,” Crash said. “Got in her face and started yelling until I was sure he would have a heart attack. Then he shoved her into his car and they took off.”
My stomach dropped. That had to be Liss’s brother.
“Did you stop him?”
“I think he jammed a gun into Liss’s ribs,” Crash replied. “It was hard to tell. So, I decided to hang back to play it safe.”
I slumped against the wall, bending over my knees. This is exactly what I was supposed to protect her from. A bullet to the ribs at point-blank range would be certain death.
“You can chew me out if you want,” Crash said. “But I didn’t know what else to do.”
I swallowed around the dry lump in my throat.
“No. You did good, Crash. Is there anything else you can tell me?”
“Well, they stopped at a diner about fifteen minutes outside of town. I haven’t seen them come out yet either.”
I straightened to a standing position, heading for the door.
“I’m coming. If they leave, do whatever you can to stall them.”
Chapter Eight
Liss
My cheek still burned from when Ryan backhanded me. I tenderly touched my face, checking for blood. I should have stabbed him in the goddamn throat when I saw him. I should have bolted the other way.
Now, I was back in his clutches again, and he would never let me go.
