Page 24 of Chief's Addiction

She nodded, an acknowledgment she heard the words, but I knew they didn’t mean shit after what she’d been through. “We’re going to get you somewhere safe,” I promised.

“Is Memphis okay?” she asked suddenly.

I looked over at my VP, not having the first clue who Memphis was.

Morpheus shifted uncomfortably. “She’s with Killer.”

Ahh. The woman he was snapping and snarling at everyone over.

“The big guy? The one who carried her out?” She frowned as if remembering something unpleasant. “Good. He’s scary. He can protect her from them.”

Them? I looked over at Morph again and he shrugged.

If she was meaning Spike, he wouldn’t be alive long enough to hurt anyone else. “What’s your plan now?” I asked.

She bit her lip. “I have a sister in Oregon. If I could just get there...”

“Consider it done,” I promised. “We’ll put you on a plane tomorrow with enough cash to get you settled.”

Relief washed over her face. “Thank you. I don’t know how to repay?—”

I cut her off with a shake of my head. “You don’t owe us anything.”

After a few more questions, Doc led her back to one of the rooms the Cherries had set up upstairs.

Leaning back in my chair, I rubbed at my temples.

“Russians?” Morpheus questioned once we were alone. “Fucking hell.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. She may have just assumed it based on the nickname.” I didn’t really believe that, though. The pieces fit too well. “Where’s Killer? I need to talk to him.”

“Last I saw, he was holed up in his room with the girl. Wouldn’t let anyone in, like I said.”

I pushed to my feet. “Well, he’s letting me the fuck in.”

Morpheus chuckled. “Want backup?”

“For Killer? Nah,” I said, shaking my head.

Killer’s room was at the end of the hall, away from the main activity of the clubhouse. The big Samoan liked his privacy. I rapped my knuckles against the door, not bothering to be subtle.

“Fuck off,” came his immediate response.

“You better watch how you fucking talk to me, motherfucker. Now open the goddamn door.”

Silence.

Then the sound of his heavy footsteps and the door opened. Killer’s massive frame filled the doorway but behind him, I could see a glimpse of the petite brunette huddled on his bed. She was a pretty little thing.

“Sorry, Prez.” He didn’t look sorry, but I wouldn’t hold it against him for going out of his way to make his woman feel safe. His woman? I glanced between him and the girl wearing his clothes. Aw fuck.

“You can’t keep her, Killer.” I pointed behind him.

His jaw tightened.

I ran a hand over my face. Fuck me. “We need to talk.”

He grunted. “About what?”

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