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Tech's jaw works in anger, already seeing where I'm going with this.
Brook speaks, "What's this got to do with the bitch?"
Tech's lips twitch, and I give her a half smile and answer, "Prue was obsessed with me. Back then, I didn't realize how much. She'd followed me to Ken’s. She watched me walk away from the body, before filming my Pixie burying it to save my ass."Her eyes widen while Tech looks ready to blow. I finish, "I only took Prue on four dates, trying to control my feelings for Ken, not realizing she felt the same until a few months ago. I fucked Prue once, with a condom, which she claims to have poked holes in, yet she fucked several people since then. Fuck, I never even came inside her, brother."
Brook growls as Tech states, "She's blackmailing you for your patch and ring?"
I nod."It was either be with her, or send Ken to jail for protecting me. Dad and I managed to destroy the footage on her phone, but she claims to have another and a letter that will go to the Feds if anything happens to her. We've spent two weeks trying to find it."
Tech shakes his head. "You should have come to me!"
I sigh. "I couldn't, brother. She's watching my every move like a hawk. She's got friends in the clubwhores. My time ran out, brother, and now…."I shake my head. I've lost my heart.
"Is she even pregnant?"Brook asks.
I shrug. "I don't think so. She's been trying to get me to fuck her for the past two days, which will never happen. She won't let me see a sonogram or do a blood work up, either."
Tech nods, sitting at his desk, bringing Brook to him. He states,"Leave it with me, brother. I don't want you messing with your license bylooking into the hospital data. I'll look into the pregnancy diagnoses, and start searching for this other video. It has to be uploaded somewhere for her to send it if she's gone, unless she’s left it with a friend on a drive. We'll get Ken back."
I give him a nod in thanks before rasping, "We can't tell anyone, not even Snake. I won't risk Kennedy's freedom."
His eyes are firm, and he gives me a nod. Brook’s eyes soften toward me, and I give him another nod before leaving his room and heading to the common room, determined to go find Kennedy to tell her the truth, after I tie her the fuck up. Because if she finds out about the video, she’ll hand herself in.
I can't lose her….
"Well, I hope your happy with yourself, making that whore your old lady! Now Kennedy won't answer my calls."
I growl at my sister. She had to open her fucking mouth.
"Lola, as much as you don't like it, Prue is Doc's old lady, and you've just insulted her, which means a week's ban from the clubhouse."
Fuck’s sake….
I look at Snake, but he shrugs. I know the laws; old ladies are treated like queens, even if some are more than vipers in leather.
Lola screeches while Prue grins wide, and I shake my head.
I head outside to my bike; I can't deal with any of them at the moment. I have a woman to go after—I just don't know how I'm going to convince her to stay. The truth is not safe to tell yet, though, at least until she’s tied up.
I grit my teeth as I reach Kennedy's parents' place and see her car is gone, the house in darkness. She fucking left straight away. Anger burns as I rev my bike and spin away, hoping I can catch up to her.
I ride for four hours, and there's no sign of her.
She's fucking gone.
My head’s a mess, not knowing what to do. I'm at a loss for words.
Why the fuck did she have to bury that fucking body and put herself in that situation?
I rev my bike, heading toward town. Everything passing me in a blur.
"I love you, Lucas,"she whispers, and I smile against her neck, her back to my chest in bed.
I reply,"Not as much as I love you, my Pixie,"before lifting her right leg and thrusting home.
I blink, coming out of the memory of her warm body pressed against mine, just before I see the stray cat in the road. I curse as I swerve to miss it, my bike losing traction and skidding on its side, the asphalt digging into my skin, making me relish the pain even as a vision of Ken’s devastated face flashes before me.
"Oh my God, Charlie, is that Lucas' bike all banged up in the garage?"I hear Shelly shout as I gently use the tweezers to remove the small gravel from my arm and side. I was going to just wheel my bike back to my place, but my garage has the Range Rover I bought for Ken for her birthday last month sitting in there, and I don't need the brothers’ interference right now.
