Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

Rusty caught her chin and tipped her head back, but before he could say another word, there was a pounding at the door. His brow furrowed as he swiveled his head to glare behind him. “Go the fuck away!”

A low voice drifted through the door. “You’re gonna want to see this.”

“Fucking see what?” he snapped.

One of his brothers stuck his head in the door.

“We got a visitor.”

Rusty lifted his chin to Reno. “Give me a few minutes and then bring her.” With that he headed out the door.

Reno pulled a wicked looking blade and knelt behind her. A moment later, her wrists were cut free. She felt the blood returning to her hands and moaned. Her shoulders ached from being pulled behind her all this time. She rotated her shoulders, trying to get feeling back in her arms. A bottle of water was pressed to her lips, and she drank thirstily.

She looked up at Reno as he capped the bottle. He’d been almost gentle with her this time.

“Thank you.”

Reno’s big hand closed over her upper arm and pulled her from the chair. She stumbled against him, her legs stiff from sitting for so long.

“Can you walk or do I need to carry you?”

“Please, just give me a minute.”

Surprisingly, he hesitated, giving her time. But it only lasted a few moments before he was pulling her out the door. She stumbled along. They came out into a dimly lit hallway, all very industrial in feel. He pulled her down to the left, and then down another hall to the right, finally coming out in a big open room. Skylar’s eyes flashed around her. They must be in some kind of warehouse, just like she’d suspected. But there were DK symbols up on the walls, so maybe this was their clubhouse.

There were about a dozen leather-clad members gathered around in a circle. They parted, turning to look as Reno pulled her forward. And there, in the middle of the circle stood Shades.

She gasped.

He looked like they’d already beaten the crap out of him, but he was still on his feet.

His eyes found her, and she saw the stricken look flash across his face as he took in her appearance. She knew she must look a sight. Her blouse was torn open revealing the camisole un

derneath, and it was stained with blood from where Reno had backhanded her mouth, splitting her lip. The side of her face was probably bruised and swollen, her hair hanging in tangles around her, and she was barefoot.

She tried to move toward Shades, but Reno yanked her back, pulling her against his side, his hand clamped tight over her upper arm.

“You okay, baby?” Shades asked her.

She nodded, tears in her eyes. “You shouldn’t have come.”

Rusty glanced back at her, and then back to Shades. “You got something for me?”

Skylar’s eyes roamed over Shades. He’d come. He’d walked right into the Lion’s den. For her.

Shades pulled something small out of his pocket.

Rusty reached out and took it, studying it. “What the fuck is this?”

“You got a laptop? Insert that in it. Pull up the video recorded on it.”

Rusty looked over at Growler, who turned and gave a chin-lift to one of his guys. A moment later, a laptop was brought forward and handed to Rusty. He slid the SD card in and fiddled with it a moment, finally pulling up the video. Growler, Rat and Rusty all gathered around it, watching. Reno tugged Skylar closer, peering over their shoulders. Skylar watched the video as well.

As the image pulled up and Rusty recognized his bedroom, his eyes flicked up to Shades. “What the fuck is this? How the hell did you get this? You bug my place?”

Shades stared him down.

“I put that camera in your room,” Skylar admitted softly.