Finding Rhiannon (Lilith's Army MC #2)By: Ker Dukey & D.H. Sidebottom
“Is there anyone that Buzz might go to?” I ask.
“Not that I can think of. Tats was his only family. He used to be close to Bullseye, not any longer.”
“I’ll kill the cunt myself if he hurts her,” Tank growls, making me jump. I’d forgotten the Lilith’s Army president was even in the same room as us because he’d been so quiet, so lost in his mind as he conjured up different ways to bring his daughter home.
“But surely he wouldn’t hurt Rhiannon. She’s the club Princess, and I doubt, from what I’ve already gotten to know about her, that she’d ever harm anyone.”
“Her soul is gentle, but don’t be fooled by her innocent eyes, Princess. Beneath that quietness is a roaring strength,” Slade states.
I smile. She’d need to be strong. I knew exactly how terrifying it was to be taken, to be imprisoned by someone on the edge of their own sanity – Brenner was proof of that.
“The only comfort about all this is that I have to think she’s safer with Buzz than with the Cutters. They’d be out to hurt her as much as she could physically take.”
Giving his hand a squeeze, I gulp down my nerves and voice what I had been considering since all this shit kicked off. “Slade.”
He turns to me, the crease on his brow indicating he knows what I’m about to say will be something he doesn’t want to hear.
“I think I should go back.”
Confusion narrows his eyes. “Back home?”
Swallowing, I brace myself. “Back to my father.”
For a moment a stunned expression covers his face, but the gulp of his throat alerts me to the fury he’s trying to hold back. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Hear me out…”
“Absolutely – fucking – not!”
Damn stubborn man. “It’s the only thing that will stop this war that you know is coming, Slade! My father won’t stop until he’s killed you all. Do you understand that? He’s not right in the head. He will say it was you that called the police to get Rhiannon out of their club. To him, you’ll be a snitch and would have humiliated him in front of his club. He won’t let that rest!”
Slade grips the tops of my arms so tightly that I wince, I know he doesn’t realize just how much he’s hurting me. “I don’t care! You belong to me, Avery. Not because you’re a freaking possession that I own, but because I love you. I fucking love you. No one will ever take you away from me. Ever. And any man wearing a cut, Lilith’s or Cutters know I’m not a fucking snitch.”
I wish I could explain just how evil my father is. But I know he couldn’t ever understand until he witnesses it. My father won’t stop until every single Lilith’s Army brother is wiped off the planet. Me included.
“It won’t be long before fucking Bullseye’s transgressions are leaked though, if they want to put blame somewhere he’s a good place to start. Whatever happens, it’s going to come to war.” Tank shakes his head, running his hand through his beard. He looks worn out, like he needs to sleep for a week.
“I have brothers coming in from other chapters. I want everyone out there looking for my little girl. Buzz is a clever little bastard and tracking him via GPS will be futile, but they gotta eat, gas up his truck,” Tank barks. He winces and looks down at his wound bleeding through his shirt.
“You’ve busted your stitches.” Slade groans.
“I want you to stay by your phone. If she is going to reach out to anyone it will be you,” Tank tells him.
Slade sighs in defeat. He feels like he’s failed at being her big brother. But we Princesses know the life we’re born into. Some things can’t be predicted.
* * *
Hissing at the sting when Slade gently wipes the swab over the lesion on my neck where my tattoo once sat proudly, he grimaces and apologizes for the hundredth time.
It was so good to be home. As much as I knew Slade needed to be at the club, he’d refused to leave me when I had said I was exhausted and needed to sleep. Although I’d argued with him, and told him I’d be alright home alone, he’d point blank refused. He was such an obstinate man, the compulsion in him to protect me endeared me to him more and more.
“I’m so sorry, Princess.” He agonizes and comes to crouch down in front of me.
“Stop freaking apologizing. It isn’t your fault, and I’m a chicken when it comes to pain.” I wink, and his smile brightens a little.
Lifting his hand, he gently places it on my cheek and tenderly strokes his thumb across my jaw. “How did a man so evil create something so utterly perfect, a woman so insanely clever and beautiful.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m clever,” I chuckle, “But I’ll take the beautiful.”
His laugh lightens my heart. I lean forward and place a soft kiss on his full lips. His large hand spans the back of my head, and he holds me in place so he can kiss me hard, his lips bruising mine. When he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, I slide off the edge of the bed and settle over his lap.