Page 2 of Consequences

“Because Psycho saved her life when he had to take out someone for Diego,” Beckett mutters, hating the fact she sought out another man for help.

He can’t be that mad about it, though. It’s how she came back into his life. To help fight off their rival, the Savage Slashers, Psycho called in a favor with a former cellmate with connections to some of the scariest men in Mexico. In return, Psycho needed to take out someone Diego’s men needed dead, and Psycho stumbled upon that asshole with Shannon. Saved her life.

“Which way did she go?” Beckett asks.

Clicking around the various cameras, Brock finds the last image caught of her heading west. “There’s a homeless shelter not far from here in that direction.”

The sentence barely leaves his lips before Beckett runs outside to his bike and races to the building he’s checked more than once looking for Shannon.

The temps at night have risen, so the place is less crowded than it has been previously Beckett looks around and spots Shannon in the corner on a cot, her arms wrapped around her knees as she rocks slightly.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“I’m looking for her,” he says, moving towards his girl.

“Sir—”

He doesn’t care and just continues past the woman to his redheaded angel. The way she flinches when she sees him makes his entire chest ache, but the relieved breath lets him know she’s not scared of him. She’s clearly scared of something, though.

“What are you doing here, Beckett?”

“What happened, Shan?”

“What do you care?”

“I care,” he says and crouches in front of her. “I’ve been looking for you ever since you left the clubhouse. Until tonight, I’ve always been just too late to catch you.”

Swallowing, she looks at the ground. “I’m fine. Please, you have to leave. You’re drawing attention to me.”

“Come back with me. Please?”

“No, it’s better if I stay here. He won’t expect me to be here again after he found me last night. I need to stay hidden.”

Hidden?The scent of blood and sweat fills his nostrils, and he fights back the murderous rage boiling inside him. A shower and a meal would go a long way for her, like killing the bastard who did this to her would go a long way for him.

“Who are you hiding from?”

“Just go away.”

“Come to the clubhouse with me. We’ll get you cleaned up and some food for you. You’ll be safe there, I promise.”

Tears fill her eyes, but she doesn’t look away like he expects her to. Eye contact is his bet to get her to see that either she comes willingly, or he’s carrying her out of here. Either way, she’s not staying in this place. Never again, if he has any say in it.

“Fine,” Shannon relents and follows him out to his bike.

Even though she puts on a front, he feels her body relax against his on the drive. He catches sight of her looking around in the mirrors, and he needs to know who she’s looking for. Who she’s running from.

They walk into the clubhouse, and Shannon crosses her arms over her dirty white tank top. She looks at Felicity with such disgust and shakes her head. “I told you to forget I was here.”

“Yeah, well, you obviously need help. Sorry, not sorry,” Felicity says and shrugs. “Do you need anything?”

She asks the question to Beckett, not Shannon, and he nods. “Any extra clothes you have that we can give her would be great.”

“I’ll grab some from Ky’s apartment and set them outside your door.”

Maybe she’s not as bad as I thought.

“Come on, Shannon, let’s get you in the shower. Then I’ll find you something to eat,” he says.

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