“Blue, baby, you gotta tell me where you are.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know.” Her voice is shaky and her words are a garbled mess.
“Who did you kill, Blue?”
“Jamie, with my knife. Oh God, the things he did.”
I want to rip him apart with my bare hands. Anger wells up inside me. I grit my teeth. She doesn’t need this right now. I can tell she’s teetering on the edge of control and lunacy. Drugs do crazy things to people. Last thing I need is for her to go on some bad trip and hurt herself. “Good girl,” I croon. “You did the right thing.”
The brothers gathered around me have gone silent.
“Can you look around and tell me what you see?”
“Y-yes.”
I hold my breath as she goes silent. “I-I’m in a…shed?”
‘Get the Doc. She’s been drugged,’ I mouth to Psycho. “See what’s outside for me, baby.”
“O-okay.”
I hear the creak of a door. “Oh my God, all this time he had this fucking t-torture chamber right outside his h-house.” Her voice breaks.
“Hey, focus on your man. Tell me the address, so we can come and get you. You hear me?”
She rattles off the address.
I continue to talk her down between relaying it to the brothers and requesting a cleaner. This will not blow back on her. “I’m coming for you, girl, you believe me?”
“Hurry, please, the drugs. They… I don’t like what they do to me.”
“I’m on my way.” After hanging up, I clutch the phone so tight it groans in protest. “Son of a bitch!” I stalk toward my bike.
“Whoa, we can’t roar up there. It’ll draw too much attention,” Stone says.
I grit my teeth. “I’ll take her cage. It shouldn’t raise any suspicion. She’s a regular,” I say.
Stone remains quiet. His gaze turns to Psycho.
“I need to get to my woman. She’s scared as shit, and pumped full of God knows what. I need to be the first face she sees.”
“Psycho?” Stone says.
“He’s her old man now. It’s on him,” Psych replies.
“All right. Go get her and bring her back to the clubhouse after she’s cleaned up and flushed out,” Stone says.
“You got it, Pres.” I slip inside of her car, push the seat back, and fire up the engine. The front is fucked, but it’s still drivable. Plugging the coordinates into my phone, I follow the robotic voice’s directions.
I pull up in front of the two-story cookie cutter house in a prestige neighborhood and park. Slipping out of the car, I walk to the gate and see a shell-shocked Blue sitting in the middle of the yard.
The moonlight caresses her skin. She’s like a specter in the wane beams of light with the darkness surrounding her. She stands on unsteady legs and walks toward me slowly, with an extra sway to her hips.
“Blue.”
She looks up at me with large eyes. “S-shadow? Is it really you?”
Her giddy tone alerts me instantly. Not a truth serum, something else. Not GHB, she’d be out of it. “Yeah, girl, it’s me. Come here.” I gesture her toward me.