“Oh God, Sage,” she whispered then leaned up to hold on to Kenny. He lay back down halfway over her and held her. She hugged him tighter, trying to use his weight to diminish the awful images that had invaded her dreams.
“It is my fault. Ariel blames me. He’s going to get to Sage. He wants to hurt me.” She rambled on and on.
“Triumph?” Blake stated, and she nodded her head.
“The fucking asshole’s name is Triumph?” Quinn repeated.
“It’s all right, baby. I’ve got you. He can’t hurt you, honey. It was just a bad dream.” Kenny caressed her hair then pressed kisses along her temple and against her cheeks.
“Don’t let go of me, Kenny. Please don’t let go of me.” She whispered and squeezed him. He continued to caress her, hold her, and whisper soft words of reassurance to her.
“Rest now, baby. You need sleep, honey, and in the morning we’ll figure things out,” Kenny told her, and she closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of his skin under her cheek, the solidity of his muscular chest, and the feel of his larger size and weight. He loved her and promised to protect her, and so did the others.
* * * *
Kenny’s phone began ringing, and he tried to uncurl his body from Lena’s without waking her.
“Here,” Blake grumbled, passing the cell phone to Kenny.
He continued to hold Lena. She was out cold and pressed against his side.
“Hello?” he whispered.
“Would you like to explain to me what in the hell is going on with Lena?” Sheriff Wyatt asked in a very stern tone.
“Sure thing, Wyatt. Could I maybe call you back in a few minutes?”
“She there?”
“Yep.”
“Make it quick, I just got a call from a Detective Reynolds from Detroit.”
“Shit.”
“Exactly.”
Kenny tried to move, and Lena held on to him.
“Give her to me,” Blake whispered as he pulled Lena toward him.
She moaned in her sleep, but Kenny was able to get up out of bed.
She rolled into Blake’s arms and snuggled to him. The sight of her beautiful, naked body aroused him, and the swell of her ass, tilted toward him, had him wishing he didn’t have to call Wyatt back. But he had to. The shit was about to hit the fan.
* * * *
“So, let me get this straight. Lena has a hunch, goes to the library, and finds out that the Jane Doe I mentioned to you is her friend Ariel?”
“Yes, Wyatt. She was a wreck. Apparently this guy tried to attack Lena, and he wanted her to be his woman. He’s some kind of big drug dealer.”
“Does Lena have any evidence to prove that this guy killed Ariel?”
“She said that Ariel was tied up and sprawled out naked as his gang members had their way with her. She believes that Triumph and his gang are responsible for the murder.”
“Jesus, that’s some terrible shit she witnessed.”
“There’s more. She wants to go back there.”