Overdosed: Fury's Storm MC (48 page)

Now I knew how desperate she had felt when her sister was missing, because that was how I felt as I sped toward the hotel. I was desperate to get to her in time. I couldn’t let Thorn do anything to her. I would try anything to save her.

Even kill him?
I still hated to think about it. My hands tightened around the handles of the bike. With everything he had done already, I cringed when I thought about shooting him. But I was starting to come around on the idea with each minute that passed. I knew I would do whatever I had to do to make sure Kat was all right. She meant that much to me now. She was mine, and she needed me. I was the only person who could do what it took to save her.

She was counting on me. I couldn’t let her down. I only hoped she was still alive for me to save.

Kat

The room was as dingy as I would have expected from a place like this. And old, too. Nothing had been updated in years, maybe decades. Tired, worn carpet that might have been green in a former life. Dark paneled walls—how had anyone ever thought that was a good look? It didn’t come off as being a bit natural, but maybe that was never the intention. The one wall which wasn’t paneled, the one opposite the bed, was a deep red-orange color. Another holdover from an earlier time when everything was either red-orange or deep yellow. The nineteen seventies and early eighties weren’t exactly a high point for interior design.

The bedspread was probably original to the room as well. I shuddered to think how many people had slept beneath its big, splashy print. How much DNA was on that thing? My skin crawled. It was probably completely flammable, too. How many people had almost burned to death with lit cigarettes in bed? There were nearly more cigarette burns on the carpeting than there were clean patches.

All I could do was keep thinking about the way the room looked, or else I would go crazy. The chipped laminate on the dresser. The ugly pictures on the walls. The musty curtains on the window.

My captors only added a little something extra to the space. One of them, the one who had smiled at me, was looking out the window. Who he was waiting for, I had no idea. Or maybe he was only keeping a lookout in case somebody came up. I couldn’t imagine who would. I hadn’t told anyone I was coming. God, why hadn’t I? Why had I been so headstrong? I should have known something fishy was up, but I was so happy to hear what I thought was Sabrina’s voice.

Of course, it wasn’t. I didn’t know who this creep had gotten to call me and pretend to be her, but they clearly didn’t have a heart. Who would do that to a person? It was sick, sicker than anything that had happened yet. They knew I would come running if I thought my sister was waiting for me. They played me.

I was too busy being crazy stubborn, and out of my head with grief and worry for Sabrina. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I should have known Gabriel was only trying to keep me safe. He wouldn’t have played me. And I had pushed him away, probably the only person who could protect me from what was going to happen now. I promised myself that if I ever got out of this, I would start listening to other people. I would remember that I didn’t always know the whole story and that sometimes other people could help me in ways I couldn’t help myself.

I had been so blind. Convinced that because he was a “bad” person, I couldn’t trust him. He was only out to protect his club, all that. But in the end, he had cared for me. Would he mourn me when I was gone?

I told myself to stop thinking dark thoughts like that, but seeing as how a couple of maniac criminals had tied me to a chair, it was hard not to. The other one, Mike, was sitting on the bed. The TV was on, a grainy, static-filled cartoon. It sounded unbelievably stupid and crude, but he loved it. The IQ wasn’t running high with this one. If it had only been him, or maybe even him and the other one by the window, I might have had a chance at outsmarting them. Telling them I had to go to the bathroom and climbing out the window, or using something as a weapon against them. Anything. I would have tried anything.

But there was the other one. Thorn. I remembered his face in the picture I took from Sabrina’s things. If only I’d had the chance to take it to the police like I’d wanted to! I might have at least made it more difficult for him to get away with this. Whatever it was he was planning to do.

He was desperate. I knew that much. His eyes were shifty. He would pace back and forth, talking to himself. While I half-heartedly watched a cartoon with Mike, Thorn was outside on the phone. I could hear him raise his voice occasionally. What was he saying? And to whom?

I didn’t want to let myself believe he was talking to Gabriel, but there was a chance. He’d tried to warn me, so he had to know I was on my way to Thorn’s trap. Maybe he was trying to save me. It seemed like too much to wish for, but I couldn’t help wishing anyway.
Oh, please
, I thought, closing my eyes.
Please, let him find me. I swear I’ll never doubt him again. I’ll let him love me and protect me, and I’ll do the same for him, as much as I can.

Had I just used the word “love”? I had. Did I love him? I knew I cared for him, that there was an insane attraction between us. It was a fact of nature, like breathing to stay alive. I needed him, and I might be starting to love him.

Though I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be breathing. I really couldn’t keep the dark thoughts away.

“He’s coming back,” Thug Number Two said. He sat on the bed, watching the TV with Mike and me. It was a ridiculous situation, and had I not been so terrified I might have laughed. Just a happy little family, watching cartoons. One of us was tied to a chair, but so what? I realized as I bit back laughter that I was starting to panic, maybe becoming hysterical. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t give Thorn any reason to kill me sooner than he planned to.

The door opened, and for a brief moment, the smell of fresh air overrode the stale cigarette smell of the room. Then Thorn closed it with a slam.

“What did he say?” Mike and Number Two watched as Thorn paced by the window.

“Nothing much. I don’t know if he’s coming here or not.”

“But he would, wouldn’t he? For her?” Mike jerked a thumb in my direction.

I knew who they meant. He was coming! I knew he would! I only hoped he would make it in time.

Then again…was he in danger, too? The way they talked about him, I started to wonder.

“I knew he would try to get in the way,” Thorn brooded. “I didn’t want any of it to turn out like this.”

“He knows, though, right? He knows what we’ve been doing. If we have to get rid of her, we have to get rid of him, too.”

What had they been doing? Maybe this wasn’t all about Sabrina after all.

“Think about what you’re saying,” Number Two spat. “He’s the president of the MC. No way the rest of the club would let it go if he just magically ended up dead. They’d wanna look into it. They would find out we did it. There are always ways of finding out.”

“Don’t even talk about this shit!” Thorn sounded furious, and even I flinched away, though he wasn’t paying a bit of attention to me. I might as well have not been in the room.

My head was spinning. What else was Thorn into? Maybe Sabrina had found out about it. Was that why he’d killed her? And I had come too close to the truth of what he’d done, and now he felt as though he had to get rid of me, too. Only these idiots didn’t know about Sabrina, did they? They just knew about whatever dirty dealings they were involved in. Thorn had been a busy guy, I could tell. Playing a few different hands in the same game.

I watched Thorn out of the corner of my eye. No doubt about it, he was desperate, and getting more desperate every minute. He had unraveled. He must have been handsome and charming if my sister ever got hooked up with him. There had to be something special about him for her to have given him the time of day. I couldn’t see it at the moment, considering what a mess he now was.

I felt him staring at me, and I deliberately kept my eyes on the TV. “You,” he said. I swallowed hard, still not willing to look at him. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing how scared I was. And I was definitely terrified, no doubt about it.

He sat on the bed, close to the chair in which I sat. I smelled the rank stench of sweat on him, and it made my nose wrinkle in disgust. I wasn’t sure if I preferred his usual whiskey and cigarettes smell, but I thought I might. Anything was better than the caged animal he now reminded me of. Only fear for my life kept me from suggesting he get in the shower.

“You just had to keep sticking your nose where it didn’t belong.”

Right, blame me.
Make sure none of the blame for whatever mess you got yourself into falls on you. Pathetic.
But I bit my tongue, reminding myself I wasn’t exactly dealing with a completely logical person. I had no idea what he was capable of, and dancing on a minefield would only get me killed faster.

Now that I knew Gabriel was on his way, I could stall. Once he got here, everything would be okay. I had to believe that. The belief gave me the courage to speak, though my throat was parched and dry.

“I only wanted to know what happened to my sister,” I croaked. “Wouldn’t you want to? If you had someone in your life who you cared about more than anything, and they went away? Just…disappeared? Wouldn’t you want to know what happened? Could you let them go that easily, even if it meant danger for you?”

He stared at me for a long time, so long it made my skin crawl. The other two idiots, I could tell, had no idea what I was talking about. So my theory had been right. They thought Thorn was in trouble over one thing, while I knew he was in trouble over something else. The confused looks they kept giving each other made me understand that they were in the dark. They were only muscle for this idiot to use.

“What’s she talking about?” Mike asked.

Number Two nodded. “Yeah, I thought she was on to what we were doing. When she talked about her sister earlier…I was wondering what she meant, but I didn’t wanna ask then. What’s her sister got to do with it?”

“Both of you, shut the fuck up,” Thorn said, not looking at them. He was only looking at me, with a sick smile on his face. “You wanna know what happened to your sister, huh? That’s all you wanna know? That’s what all this has been about for you? Finding out what happened to the little girl you loved. Right?”

“Of course! Didn’t she ever tell you about her life? About how close we were?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. Sometimes. I know you raised her.”

I nodded empathically. “That’s right. So why is it so surprising that I would want to know what happened to her? She’s like…well, she’s like my own daughter, in a way. Wouldn’t a mother want to know what happened to her daughter?” I took a chance and glanced from Thorn to the other two thugs. Maybe, if I couldn’t get through to him, I could get through to them. Maybe one of them would feel sorry enough for me that he’d be willing to speak up for me when Thorn decided it was time for me to die.

I looked back at Thorn. “I just wanted to know what happened, so I could find some peace if she was already gone. That’s all. Why is that such a crime?”

“Because it was all my fault.” His voice was flat, dead. He reached for me, and it was all I could do not to flinch when he touched my hair. “So pretty,” he murmured, though his voice didn’t sound like he thought it was pretty at all. He didn’t really care. He was just talking, or maybe remembering Sabrina. We did look a lot alike. I realized that might give me an advantage, too. If I could prey on his memories of Sabrina, I might buy myself more time.

“We looked almost exactly alike,” I said. “Except ten years apart, of course.”

“You look young enough,” he mused. “You could have passed for twins. Only your eyes are a little different from hers. Hers weren’t as intense as yours. And your hair is a little more golden than hers was.”

“That’s true. But she was still beautiful, right?”

He sighed. “So beautiful.”

Then why did you kill her, you bastard?
“I remember when she was little, how I used to love putting ribbons in her hair and dressing her in pretty dresses. She was like my little doll, you know? My life-size baby doll. And she loved it. Some little girls don’t like when you fuss with them, but she loved it when I made her look pretty. I wish I had more pictures of those days. She was such a cute little girl. Not that fake, pretend kind of cute, either. You know what I mean. The sort of kid who knows they’re cute and plays it up.” Thorn smirked, and I smirked with him. “Yeah, you know what I mean, I can tell. She wasn’t precocious. She was just…adorable.”

“I bet she was smart, too,” he said, his fingers still idly playing with my hair. I let him play if it meant I had more time.

“Oh, smart as a whip. And wise. She could see through a situation so easily. Even when she was little, she understood grownups. She could see right through them. Like, you know when you’re a kid, you miss things. Little clues. You don’t understand why people act the way they do because you’re too young to get it. But not Sabrina. She always saw right through bullshit. She had a gift for that.”