Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
One more night.
At least I’m on the bus tonight, and I can make sure nobody comes close. My luck would have it that someone would break in and steal it all. I could only imagine how that would go down. I know one thing for sure, Treyton would kill me, without hesitation. I’m not risking that.
One more day.
I do a few hours work, and try to call Maverick a few more times - he doesn’t answer. I send off a few text messages - he doesn’t answer. My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest, but there’s nothing I can do about it. We’ll be home tomorrow, I have to keep reminding myself of that. We’ll get home, and I’ll explain everything, and it’ll be okay...right? What if he hates me? Worse, what if the entire club thinks I’ve betrayed them?
Am I putting my life at risk?
My nerves are replaced with fear.
Dammit.
I need to switch my brain off for a minute. I need to eat, or I’ll get sick.
I push off the bed and stretch, then I throw a coat on and walk out of the bus. Security is standing just outside the door. A tall, dark man smiles at me when I come down the steps. He’s the first one to actually look like he might be worth having a conversation with. “Hi,” I smile. “I’m wanting to get some dinner. Is that okay?”
He nods. “Sure, I’ll drive you. Where do you want to go?”
I shrug. “I’m not really fussed. I just wanted to get out and get something to eat.”
He waves a hand towards the car. “Let’s go then.”
We head off towards town, finding somewhere easy to get some dinner. I choose a take-away Mexican place and order some food, and then we sit and wait. I learn about the security guard. His name is Keenan, and he is married with two kids. He’s been in security all his life, and he loves his job. The scariest thing he’s ever witnessed was someone holding a gun to the woman’s head he was protecting. He said somehow, he managed to get her out of there, without getting her killed. He told me it’s the closest he’s ever come to losing someone on the job.
By the time our food has arrived, I’m feeling a whole lot better. It was good having the distraction, even if it was only for an hour. When we get back to the bus, it’s dark out, but I know before we even get out of the car, that something is wrong. I don’t know what it is, a feeling, a sense, just something. But I feel it right in my gut. I reach over to Keenan and say, “Something doesn’t feel right.”
He stares at the bus, pulls out his gun, and tells me in a stern voice, “Stay in the car.”
I nod, watching with wide eyes as he climbs out of the car and locks it, before walking towards the bus. My eyes dart around the perimeter, seeing if anyone is waiting, hiding, lurking, but I can’t see anyone. Keenan comes back to the car about ten minutes later, tapping on my window. I wind it down.
“The bus has been broken into. I can’t keep you here, it’s unsafe.”
My blood runs cold.
What?
The bus has been broken into?
What?
My fingers tremble as I reach for my phone. I don’t know who it is I’m planning on calling. All I know is that someone must have been waiting for me to go, so they could get their hands on those drugs. And if it wasn’t Trey...who the hell was it? The thought of Treyton finding out what happened, makes my skin crawl. I’m not safe.
Do I tell him?
I unlock the car and climb out.
“You shouldn’t be out of the car, Scarlett,” Keenan says, falling in step beside me.
“I’m just looking. I want to make sure nothing has been stolen.”
“It seems to be only the storage compartment that was busted open.”
My heart is in my throat as I step around the side of the bus. The compartment is wide open, and it looks damaged, like it’s taken a lot of effort to get into it. The bags are gone. There isn’t one single trace of them in the now empty space. My heart beats so wildly for a second, I can’t breathe. My head spins, and I wonder what the hell I’m going to do?
Do I tell Treyton and risk my life?
Do I let him think the drugs are still in there until I’m home where it’s safe?
Do I call Maverick and tell him everything?
A tear slips down my cheek, and Keenan steps close. “You’re safe. I’ll take you to the hotel. Nobody will hurt you, Scarlett.”
I don’t say anything, I just let him lead me back to the car. He spends the entire drive over to the hotel calling people. I briefly hear the phone call to Susan, so at least she knows. When we arrive at the hotel, she’s waiting out front with extra security. I climb out and am rushed inside and up into a hotel room. When the area has been checked, and they’re happy that I’m safe and alone, they leave the room. Susan turns to me.