Without giving her a response, I head toward my blacked-out jeep that I’m grateful Raven was smart enough to not let Tracker take to his house.
“You’ve got the tracers on, right?” Raven asks as I start putting everything in the back.
“Tracers are always active on this beast,” I murmur.
“Good. I’ll keep an eye on you from here. I want twice a day daily check-ins,” Raven says just as the form of a man steps into the darkened room.
Raven and I both have our guns on him pointed in his direction before he can make a sound.
As he steps into the light, I realize it’s Shadow. “What are you doing here?” I ask as I put the gun back in its place on my hip.
“Here to make sure you don’t do anything stupid which is what it looks like,” Shadow grumbles, taking in my appearance.
“You don’t know what you're talking about. I suggest you get back to the club,” I say shrugging my shoulders.
“I’m not about to let you do something stupid without back up. So if you're determined to leave and deal with this yourself then I’m coming with you. Tracker would have my balls if he knew I let you go by yourself,” Shadow states as he steps closer.
Glancing in Raven’s direction, I see her not only give a slight smirk but she nods her head.
Sighing, I round my Jeep. “What the hell. Get in, shut up, and don’t try to interfere in any of my plans. Am I understood?”
“Long as it doesn’t involve you getting hurt, then fine by me. Just so you know I look forward to seeing the spanking Tracker’s going to give you for this little stunt,” Shadow grins as he climbs into the passenger side seat.
“He has to wake up first,” I grumble as I pull the door closed behind me after climbing into the driver's seat.
“Damn, Raven’s right, you are a bitch without emotions. Tracker’s gonna wake up and when he does, he’ll be out for blood,” Shadow mutters.
Ignoring his comments, I start the engine, pressing some keys needed and roll the window down. Leaning forward I look around the behemoth of a man, “Open the door and then get back to the hospital. They might insist they can keep an eye on Tracker, but I want your eyes on him. Don’t leave his side.”
“Got it, Vicky. Be careful, use your head and slit the fucker’s throat for me. Remember you do this then the emotions come back,” she says just as she’s always said when I’ve had to turn my emotions off.
I may have only started this path two years ago, but she’s been doing this since she first learned to hold a weapon.
Her father calls us the Silence of the Dark assassins. I come in the silence of the night while Raven lays in wait for her target in the darkness. Neither of us takes many jobs, only those that grab our interest.
Normally, if it’s something we’re interested in, it's something Chains, the Prez of the Inferno’s Clutch MC, sends our way.
Having Shadow with me might be interesting, especially when we get to our destination. I hardly ever speak to my brother and now, not only am I pregnant but I’ll have a man from another MC with me. What could go wrong with that?
Smiling, I glance in Shadow’s direction. “I hope you're ready,” I say, turning up the radio before I put the car in reverse and back out of the garage.
This ends once and for all. One way or another, my parents and Parker will all die by either knife or gun. You touch mine and I’ll kill to avenge.
As ‘Silent Night’ begins to play, I hum to the carol.
Silent night.
Holy night.
All is calm, all is bright.
Chapter Twenty
Victoria
Fifteen and a half hours after getting into the car, I finally pass the sign for Eden Isle. Thankfully, Shadow didn’t speak the entire way here except when his phone rang.
Talking to Stoney, he put the phone on speaker and, damn, I don’t think I’ve ever heard the man so pissed. He threatened to strangle me and all sorts of other things if I didn’t turn my ass around. I’d simply hit the ‘end’ button on Shadow’s phone as I plucked it from his hand and threw it out the window.
“No personal cell phones on this trip. Need to talk, grab a burner when we stop,” I stated when he’d started in on me.
He demanded we stop at the next gas station, where he proceeded to buy said burner phone and called Stoney back. When he explained to Stoney what happened, the man looked at me like I was crazy, shook his head and laughed.
Shaking my head, I make the turn off to my destination.
“Where we going?” Shadow asks, sitting up as he takes in the barely-there road.
“To my brother’s,” I say.
“I didn’t know you had a brother,” Shadow retorts.
“Barely anyone knows. He and I don’t like many people to know about our relationship. It could be dangerous for both of us,” I shrug.
“Wanna tell me why that is and what I’m about to walk into,” he demands.
“Might as well. You're about to walk into the Inferno’s Clutch MC. My brother’s the Prez of the club,” I state as I pull up to the gate and wait for the prospect to step up to the window.
“You lost, baby,” the prospect asks.
“Open the gate, dickweed, or I’ll shoot you myself. Chains won’t be happy to know you called me baby,” I snap.
“Easy, baby, I’m not about to let you in without knowing who you are and why you’re here,” he chuckles.
Sighing, I lean over to reach into my glove box and grab the remote to the gate. Sitting back up straight, I sneer at the prospect as I hold the controller up and press the middle button.
As the gate started to open, the asshole pulled his gun. “How did you get that? You can’t go in without permission,” he yells.
“Watch me,” I say simply as I pull through the gate with the asshole running behind.
“You really are a bitch,” Shadow chuckles as I put the Jeep in park.
“Just don’t forget that I’ll be me again when this is done and I’m back to Tracker. Until then, I’ll be a cold-hearted bitch to keep him safe,” I mutter as I take my seatbelt off and open the door.
“Look, cunt, you need to get back in your piece of shit and get out of here,” prospect dickweed yells as he gets in my face and I turn to face him.
Glancing over my shoulder, his eyes widen as he takes in Shadow’s appearance. I find it amusing how he’s scared of Shadow when in reality it’s me he should fear.
Stepping around the dumbass, I make my way to the front entrance of the clubhouse. “Shadow, how much do you wanna bet dickweed will be pissing himself within the hour?” I call out over my shoulder as the prospect continues to protest.
Opening the door, I’m immediately hit in the face by the thickness of smoke, cigarettes, and weed all mixed together. Music is blaring through the speakers as laughter fills the room. Walking in, I stop to scan the room for Chains, only Breaker spots me first.
Rushing to me, the beast of a man scoops me up into his arms and twirls me around like I weigh nothing.
“I suggest you let her go,” Shadow snarls from behind me.
“Who the fuck are you coming into my club wearing another club’s cut?” Breaker sneers.