Page 5 of Property of Fire

“You wasted your time coming here,” I tell him, rounding the hood of my car. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I needed to make sure I got away from these three.

My house was situated right next to a tree line, and I knew from going through the woods before they were thick, and I could potentially get away from them. I don’t know why I didn’t just stay in my car, though. I could’ve run them over and then got the hell out of there. Then again, who knows what they could’ve done to my car if I tried that route.

“You know that’s not true, Evelin,” Holstein remarks while his buds chuckle. “We have unfinished business between the two of us.”

“Ugh, no, we don’t,” I say. Taking my chances, I throw the vials at them and take off running for the woods without looking back.

I hear them, but I keep going. I know these woods. I also knew after doing my own research into what was in those vials there were a couple of juniper trees scattered among the pine and oak trees.

“You can’t run from me.” Holstein cackles from not too far away.

I pick up speed and run as fast as my legs will let me go. I have to find a way to get away from them. I don’t know what it is Holstein wants, but before I left school, he was adamant that I was to be his. No one else will take me from him.

By the time I get to break through the tree line and rush for Fire’s porch, my lungs are burning. I stumble up Fire’s porch and bang my hand on the door, praying that he is home. If he isn’t I am completely screwed.

I keep banging my fist, my head turned toward the tree line seeing Holstein, Gale, and Zaff slowly making their approach, grins in place.

Thankfully, the door opens, and I stumble forward, barely keeping myself from doing a face-plant into his hardwood floors.

“What the fuck, Eve?” Fire growls, holding the door open.

Instead of answering him, I rip the door out of his hand, breathing heavily and slamming it shut, pressing my back to it. Only then do I stare up at him with wide eyes and know without a doubt he sees the fear in them as I whisper, “I’m in trouble.”

FOUR

FIRE

“I’m in trouble.”

Evelin’s words ring in my head while I walk the perimeter of my property. I don’t know exactly what is going on, but I’ve never in all the years I’ve known Evelin, meaning her whole damn life, have I ever seen her face that pale.

I didn’t like it. The thought of her being scared out of her mind that she gets that look, it has me ready to lose my shit.

Whatever it was that had her spooked, though, it’s long gone, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t get a sense of it the moment I stepped foot out of the house.

Whoever it was, when I find them will learn you don’t mess with me or those within my club. The club is my family, the only one I’ve ever known. The woman who gave birth to me, she wasn’t a mom at all. It’s a good thing she’d given me to her brother when she did. I was raised by my uncle, who happened to be a member of the Kings of Anarchy MC. I grew up knowing where I belonged, and I didn’t mind in the least.

Being raised by my uncle wasn’t a hardship. If anything, it was a blessing. He kept me focused, taught me everything I know, and made sure that I grew up with those who I see as my best friends and brothers.

Herja took on the role of mother figure for me to help my uncle out. Whenever he was out doing something for the club, I stayed with her. I knew who she was and what she was. My uncle didn’t keep it a secret that the Kings of Anarchy weren’t a typical MC. This means I grew up knowing what other kids didn’t or thought was only ghost stories.

Moving back toward my door, my mind shifts to what I’m going to do with Evelin. She’s in there. I should call Heat and tell him she was here. He only just left maybe an hour ago, or a little more than that before she banged on my door. He and Pyro had been a big help, and the three of us ended up knocking out all the flooring. This means he’s probably deep in pussy right now and not gonna answer. He would, but he wouldn’t be happy about it.

I need to go in there, find out what the hell is going on with her, and fill him in on all of this after some shut-eye.

The moment I step over the threshold, I could sense her. Hell, I could smell that perfume she uses. I follow it to where I left her in what would be my living room. She was sitting right where I left her, only now she’s got her knees to her chest, arms wrapped around them.

“You gonna tell me what you mean you’re in trouble?” I ask, hands on my hips as I stare down at her.

Evelin slowly brings her gaze up to me. “They were gone?”

“Nothing outside that I saw,” I tell her.

“They’re still out there,” she whispers, her gaze drifting to the window. “I know they’re still out there. He’s not going to give up.”

“Who the fuck are you talking about?” I don’t remember a time when I’ve seen her in this kind of state. Not even when she found out she was adopted.

Evelin shakes her head, bites her bottom lip, and gets that look I know all too well. She’s not about to tell me, but she is gonna tell me. I’m done with the bullshit blowoffs.

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