“The fuck?” he shouts out. “Who sent it?”
“I don’t know. I went to the grocery store for food since you don’t know when you’re coming home. When I was almost done, I felt like I was being followed. No one followed us home from the store. Rich told me to get inside while he brought in the groceries. That’s when I found the box sitting on the porch. There’s nothing other than my name on it,” I relay the information to him. “It’s just written on it. There’s no shipping label or anything like that. So, someone dropped it off at the house.”
“Sparrow, I wish I could be there for you. I’d make this all go away in a heartbeat. I still don’t know when I’ll be back. For now, I want you to go to your sister’s place. Fox will be there, and he’ll watch over you. I don’t want just a Prospect on you until we figure out what’s goin’ on. Is Rich lettin’ anyone know?” he questions me.
“Yeah. He said he was gonna call Slim and let him know what’s going on. I don’t want to bring this to Kim and Fox’s house, Killer,” I tell him.
“You have two choices right now Gwen since I’m not there. You can go to the clubhouse and stay there. Or you can go to your sister’s house,” he orders me. “Pack a bag for a few days at least. I don’t want you goin’ anywhere without Rich and a full patch on you. I’d prefer you not to go outside, period.”
“Fine, Killer,” I huff out, anger taking over from me being scared now.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can. You message me constantly, so I know you’re okay. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll spank your ass when I get home,” he orders me once more.
“You won’t get close enough to spank me,” I state as if I know what I’m talking about.
In reality, the thought of Killer spanking me is warming my body from head to toe. My panties are getting wet and the tremble in my body now has nothing to do with fear but an entirely different reason.
“You’re thinkin’ about it aren’t you?” Killer asks me. “I gotta go. I want to know when you get to your sister’s house. Make sure you message me.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply, hanging up the phone so I don’t have to hear his reply.
Instead, my phone vibrates in my hand. Looking at it, I see it’s a message from Killer.
Killer: That’s one. I’ll be keeping score.
Me: That’s not one. You’ll never get close enough.
Killer: You’re sleeping in my bed from now on. I’ll be more than close enough to spank your ass.
Me: Not gonna happen. You can keep dreaming though.
Killer: I’ll definitely be dreaming about that ass.
I toss my phone down and grab a bag so I can pack some clothes. Once I get my clothes together, I walk in the bathroom where I stashed my toiletries. I’m not sure what Killer’s going to think about all of my things intermingled with his. We’ll find out when he gets home and sees the reality of it.
Once I have everything gathered and packed up in the bag, I make my way to the kitchen where I see Rich. He’s cleaning the counter where the box was sitting, and it’s disappeared. I’m glad I don’t have to see it for another second. He looks up at me while still on the phone with someone. I’m not sure if it’s Slim or someone else.
“I’m takin’ her to Fox’s house. Killer’s on the phone with him now. He sent me a message lettin’ me know to take her there. Killer wants me to stay there until he can get back to her,” Rich says, never taking his eyes off me as I add my purse, phone, and charger to the bag I’ve already packed.
Rich hangs up his phone and grabs everything he’s got in the house. It’s only his bag full of clothes and who knows what else. We leave the house, though he keeps me behind his body this time. If someone is coming for me, they’re gonna have to get through Rich before me. He’s definitely taking his job seriously. Once I get in the car, Rich quickly goes to his bike and we take off from the house. He follows me all the way to my sister’s house.
When we pull in the driveway, Fox is waiting out on the porch for us. He leaves the porch in order to meet me at the car. Rich and him cover me as we race inside. Kim is nowhere to be seen so I head directly for the room I’ll be staying in. Rich will be in the room next to me based on him walking in there and setting his bag down as I pass.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I pull up my messages and make sure I let Killer know I’m safely at my sister’s house. Once that’s done, I climb in bed and pull the blankets up over my head. I don’t want to talk to anyone or think about things any longer. The only thing I want to do is go to sleep. So, that’s what I do.
Chapter Twelve
Killer
WHEN I HEARD Gwen’s voice trembling on the phone, there was no way in hell I was going to let her get away with not telling me what’s going on. As she was telling me about feeling like she was being watched, or followed, and then the box left on the porch of our home, I knew she was scared to death. There is no way in hell I’m going to remain here with Butcher while things are going down with my woman.
After talking to her, then Fox to fill him in on the situation, I called Slim. Since I was already with Butcher, I put the call on speaker so they could hear one another, and I don’t have to talk about this shit more than once. Stryker is going to head here while I head home. Like we did, he’ll be catching a flight out here while I take one home. Butcher and Slim both know my head won’t be in the situation here if I’m worried about Gwen and what she’s doing.
Slim is pissed as fuck someone is messing with her and we have our suspicions about who it is. While I’m travelling back home, he’s going to put some feelers out to figure out where Neil is and where any of the fuckers who used to work for her dad have been hiding. Once we catch them, we’ll be able to find out all they know. I’m going to be the one leading the interrogation on these fuckers and they’re not going to get off easy.
I’m in my room packing my bag when Playboy comes into the room. He sits on the bed and simply looks at me.
“What’s up?” I ask him, not stopping my movements so I can get the hell outta here.
“I want to go the fuck home. Miss my woman and kids. Let Gwen know I’m thinkin’ of her and we’ll be home as soon as possible to help you take these fuckers out,” he assures me.
“I know you will. We’ve got solid leads on the situation here, so it won’t be long before you guys catch a break. I’d like to stay and finish what I started, but Gwen comes first. Stryker needs to get away for a while anyway,” I respond, double checking the room so I don’t forget anything.
“What’s goin’ on with him?” Playboy asks me.
“The situation with Sally is gettin’ to him. He wants her somethin’ fierce and the only thing she’ll give up is her body. Her heart and mind still belong to Killian. I’m not sure if she’s ever gonna get over that man enough to let Stryker in her heart,” I answer him honestly.
“She will. I see the way she looks at him when he’s not payin’ attention. Or when he’s playin’ with her daughter. Sally will pull her shit together in time,” he tells me as if he’s been thinking about things regarding them. “I think she needs to talk to Shadow. Maybe go spend some time with him so they can talk through things.”