Page 163 of Reckless Vengeance

I must have hit my head.

My movements were sluggish as I tried to unbuckle myself, grateful that the wheels were on the ground to make it easier, but I kept blacking out.

The next time I came to, someone was moving me, and I wondered if this was it? Did the Soldiers get me after all? Would they kill me, or just make me wish that I was dead?

I cried out from being jostled, but my kidnapper gently cradled me to their chest to get a better hold, a familiar voice breaking through the pain.

“I’ve got you, Killer. Shit, stay with me, babe.”

I’d hit my head way too fucking hard if I was hearing Slash, but when I opened my eyes and blinked against the light, there he was.

Those beautiful dark gray eyes peered down at me, and I’d never seen him look so terrified before.

“Slash?” I choked out, trying to reach a hand to touch his face.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated, my vision dimming as everything went black again, his curse fading away into the distance.

Skeeter

“I’ll fucking deal with you when I get back,” I snapped at Matteo, who was eyeing me from the bar knowing exactly what I was talking about. Not only had he given out Diesel’s address without permission, he’d sent Rory there knowing Diesel would try and kill her.

Depending how drunk he was, he could have taken more than one shot at her before asking who it was, and then it would have been too late. There was no way he’d survive killing her, the guilt would drown him on top of the guilt he already carried for Sasha.

I didn’t even make it to the door before Diesel stumbled in, crashing into me and grabbing my jacket.

“Is she here? I fucked up, Skeet. I⁠—”

“Calm down. She just left, she’s okay. I was coming to find you,” I answered, not really caring if the guys wanted to call him a pussy right now as I hugged him tightly. “She’s fine.”

“I kissed her.”

“I know.”

“Then I⁠—”

“Rory told me everything. She’s really worried about you, man. Did you fucking drive here?” I asked, not knowing how that was possible when he could barely stand.

“I’m sorry. She’s your girl. Fuck, why did I⁠—”

“Deal with it later, you’re too drunk to discuss anything right now. You want to come to mine for the night? If not, you’ll have to let me take you back to yours, bro.”

I should have seen this coming. The fact that she was the only girl he let in. The one he could open up to and felt protective of.

They were never just friends, even when he honestly believed that was the case.

I didn’t have the energy to figure this shit out right now, just needing to get Diesel into a bed somewhere and let him sleep it off. If I decided to punch him, it would be when he was sober enough to remember it.

“You,” Diesel suddenly spat, pulling away from me and making a zigzagging beeline to the bar, and I stood back and watched as he grabbed Matteo and started beating the shit out of him, letting all of his emotions out with each punch.

Matteo might have been sober, but he had nothing on Diesel right now.

My phone rang after watching them for ten minutes, and I glanced down to see it was Rory.

“Just remembered to call me?” I asked dryly, seeing there wasn’t a message to say she’d made it home okay. The line stayed silent, and I frowned as I pulled it from my ear to check that it was still connected. “Baby girl?”

I hung up and tried to call, but she didn’t answer. A shiver skated up my spine when the call ended and she rang back instantly, not saying anything again.

I took off out the door, Diesel and Matteo be damned as I jumped into my car and sped off in the direction Rory would have gone.