Huck (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 1)

"Shit," he said, moving out of the way to let me inside, closing the door quickly, locking it. "What happened?" he asked.

He might not have been a technical member of the club since he couldn't ride, but he was an honorary member. He was in on most of the goings on.

"Stalker. Kidnapped. Handled it," I said, walking her into the massive, open space with its floor-to-ceiling windows, white couches, white kitchen with a huge island, a TV that came out of a cabinet on the wall across from the windows.

"Okay," Teddy said, able to read between the lines. "She's not doing great," I added.

"Clearly," he said, rolling his eyes. "I can't get her on the bike like this," I added.

"Want me to drive you back?" he asked, having a specialized car or a driver at the service at any time of day.

"She can't do cars," I said, shrugging. "I just need to clean her up, calm her down, and then I can get her back to the clubhouse. Not to make you an accessory to-"

Teddy held up a hand, stopping me. "I sat on your office couch while you chopped cars I told you to steal," he reminded me. "I'm not worried about it. Take her into the guest room. What do you need from me?"

"Call the guys. And Seeley. Maybe put some coffee on? I don't know. What does she need after a seizure, kidnapping, having some dickhead paw at her, then seeing him get killed right in front of her?"

"Coffee sounds right. Maybe a drink," he added. "I'll get on it. Go on."

With that, I took Harmon down the hall and into the guest room that was bigger than my master and a fuckuva lot better decorated with its white and black color scheme, its ultra-sleek marble bathroom with its all-glass walk-in shower and giant soaking tub.

"Bath, I guess," I said, carrying her over to it, reaching in to turn it on, then carefully stripping her before lowering her into the steadily filling water. "I, ah, I guess I'm coming in," I said when that dead look stayed on her face, her body strangely limp.

I shucked my clothes, climbed in with her, reaching for the soap, squeezing it into the hot water.

"Come back to me, babe," I said, settling her back against my chest. "I'm no good with this shit," I added, feeling hopeless as the minutes ticked away, no sounds but our breathing and Teddy talking on the phone in the other room.

This was when having my sister or Ayanna around would have come in handy. They would have known what to do, what to say, wouldn't have sat there feeling and being useless, having no right words, and afraid to start cleaning her body to get rid of any evidence because I didn't know how she would respond to more hands on her body.

"Everything alright in there?" Teddy's voice called through the door what felt like a lifetime later.

"I, ah. Maybe we should call Ayanna," I suggested, feeling out of my depths.

"No."

"What?" I asked, sure I misheard her.

"No," she said, voice stronger.

"Put a pin in that," I called back to Teddy.

"Alright," he said. "I'm a shout away," he said, moving away from the door.

"Ayanna would be better with this," I insisted.

"I froze."

"What's that?"

"When he came at me. I froze. For a long time."

"Everyone reacts to shit differently. It's okay. Everything is alright now. And you got some shots in."

"I couldn't stop him," she said, voice a sharp sound, close to cracking.

"I know, babe. It's alright now, though. He can't hurt you again."

"He was supposed to be a she!" she said, voice getting stronger, her hand lifting up then slapping down on the surface of the water, making it shoot up into my face.

"I know."

"I told him things," she said, anger slipping into her voice. It was probably cowardly as fuck of me, but I would take the anger over the sadness any damn day. "I told him what I named my vibrator," she said, scoffing. "And that I used my last one so much I broke it and was trying to pick out a good new one. God," she seethed. "How did I not know?"

"We are going to circle back to the vibrator discussion at a future time," I started, getting a snort out of her as she looked over her shoulder at me. "But, I don't know, babe. I didn't think twice about it when I saw the screen name either. Who the fuck is named Kit Kat?"

"Wait... what? Kat? she asked, turning in my arms so she could look at me.

"Yeah. That was his name. Kit Kat Gadleigh. Hand to God," I added when her brows furrowed.

A snorting laugh bubbled up and burst out of her, making her hand fly up, slapping over her mouth like she was horrified by her ability to laugh after the day she'd had.