Page 23 of 12 Months of Mayhem

“If you were anyone else, I would’ve ended you by now,” he calmly enunciated. “Your father and I will be having a talk. Now, if you value your existence, get dressed and get out of my sight while I’m still able to honor the promise I made to your father, as he hasn’t honored his to me.”

Without another word, she scurried around him and through the group of men in the doorway. A few glanced after her appreciatively. Though Séamus had his back to them, he sighed and said, “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

That’s when I realized one of the men was Killswitch, another was my brother, and the rest wore Kings of Anarchy cuts. “Um, can someone help me out? Also, not that I’m ashamed of it, but I’d appreciate it if my dick wasn’t out for you all to see.”

With a flick of his wrist, the shackles shattered, and I quickly sat up, pulling the pant fabric over to cover my junk. Séamus then turned to the waiting men with a smirk. “I told you I wouldn’t need your help. Truthfully, you only slowed me down as I had to travel conventionally so you could follow.”

They scowled but wisely kept their tongues.

Séamus then snapped his fingers, and I was dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that felt as if they were made for me. The outfit was complete with underwear, socks, and boots. “Unless you want to ride on the back of one of their motorcycles, you’ll be riding with me,” he informed me.

I stood up and nodded.

Then we exited the room. As we left the house, I got a look around. It was an old plantation-style home that, other than the added modern conveniences, looked like it had been plucked straight from its heyday. I had been right; whoever owned it had some serious money.

Out front, there were several bikes parked behind a blacked-out Porsche. I wondered how neither Annette nor I had heard them pull up.

“Because I couldn’t have her hear me coming. That might’ve ruined the rescue. Don’t you think?” he matter-of-factly replied as if I’d asked the question aloud.

Shit, maybe I had. My brain seemed to be still catching up.

“Get in,” he instructed. “I have a lot to fill you in on during the drive.”

The things he told me as we made the nearly two-hour drive back to the KOAMC’s clubhouse left me reeling and my brain wondering if I was losing my mind.

“Definitely not losing your mind. Yet your life could’ve been very different if your father hadn’t been murdered,” Séamus replied to my thought.

That was getting creepy.

He chuckled.

“But my father wasn’t murdered. He was killed in a motorcycle accident on his way to the hospital the day I was born,” I explained, realizing he may not know the full story.

He glanced over at me for what seemed a bit too long for my comfort as he was driving. “You do remember me telling you that your father was one of the first fallen angels, right? Do you really think he would be that easy to kill? His death was definitely no accident, though someone went to great lengths to make it appear so.”

We turned into the driveway for the clubhouse, and he stopped the vehicle.

“Regardless of why you did it, I thank you for rescuing me.”

“Of course. But don’t worry, I will be compensated,” he airily replied as I climbed out of the sleek sports car.

I didn’t like the sound of that.

“Tell them I will be back after I deal with Annette’s father.”

“Okay.”

I watched as he drove off.

The bikes had pulled in and parked. Most of the guys had gone inside. Killswitch, Dallas, and Mako waited outside for me. I approached, and Killswitch held out a hand, which I shook.

“Thank you for finding me,” I told them.

“That was on Séamus,” Killswitch admitted with a shrug.

“Well, you still came with. I’m sorry I missed a bunch of appointments at the shop. I’ll find a way to make it up,” I promised. “But I’d really like to see my family. Séamus said they were here?”

“They are, and don’t worry about the appointments, they’ve been rescheduled, and no one had an issue,” Killswitch assured me as he shook my hand.

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