Page 51 of Locke

Well, I’m still asking myself that same question.

I stormed out of there. Not even the girls came up behind me. I saw them in my peripheral, they knew something was up but they knew not to approach. I don’t think I can describe the feelings I had, right then. There are no words.

What was I going to do?

Take this guy in, get the money and free my family from one of the poorest and most crime-ridden countries of South America? Or let him go?

I didn’t even know Locke, but he was part of the Fang. He was part of this club and everyone in it had checked out. None of them seemed devious or with ill intent, and this guy was part of it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been in the club to begin with, and the girls wouldn’t have let him lick me from head to toe. Literally.

When I arrived back at my campsite, Fenrir was nowhere to be found. I think that put me in more of a state of unease, because I jumped in my RV and threw all my belongings around. I had such rage, such fucking rage; because not only was I dealing with the inner turmoil to save my family, but now taking down someone who could be potentially innocent.

“We don’t hurt the innocent, Emmie.” My sister’s voice echoed in my head.

And what if the innocent ends up being my family? They have lived in that country for far too long. They were playing a waiting game living in that hellhole, and someone is bound to get hurt, or even die. The only reason they stayed was because the Mexican cartel didn’t dare venture into that country or they didn’t know my family fled there.

When I’d half decided I was going to get the hell out of here, I texted Hammer from the business card he gave me with his number. Of course, it would be three more days for me to sit here. I contemplated leaving the RV here, start over, just live out of hotels.

I burst out of the RV cursing at the stupid tires again, but then warmth, that same familiar warmth, fell over my body.

Fenrir was staring at me from the shadows, and I just knew things would be okay. How an animal companion could have such an effect on me, I wasn’t sure, but damn it, I needed that big ball of scary fluff, now, more than ever.

I walked toward him slowly.

His fur was thick and his scent was even more calming, and it almost reminded me of—I blinked several times and let go of him, constantly rambling until I led him to the RV.

No, he couldn’t smell like Locke. That was insane. But, the more I thought about it, the more he did smell like him.

It was a very distinct smell. Forest-like but manly. I don’t know; I wasn’t great with words.

As soon as we stepped inside the cozy RV, I stripped out of my clothes quickly into a large shirt. I couldn’t resist flopping down on the soft bed. It felt like my big Fennie instinctively knew what I needed. He slid closer, his warm body enveloping me. In an instant, I leaned into him, finding instant comfort. The worries that had loomed large just minutes ago seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and security. The faint scent of the RV’s familiar mustiness lingered, adding to the soothing atmosphere.

Now, my problems were distant, barely registering on the radar of what I needed to do next.

Maybe I wouldn’t run just yet. I could gather myself, figure out if Locke really was an evil bastard, then take him out. But, what would the girls think? Would they thank me for finding out hewas a jerk all along? But, what if he isn’t and I waste my time, leaving my family waiting for longer?

I groaned, rubbing my face into the now thick fur of my companion.

I didn’t want to leave Fenrir, either. This was his home. How terrible of a person would I be if I took him away from the wild where he grew up?

Not a very good one.

My eyes grew heavy the more I thought, so, instead I took in that deep scent of forest and masculinity. Thinking of that man between my thighs, the electricity that made my pussy pulse and those stupid green eyes that I just couldn’t get out of my head.

That stupid cocky smile was the last thing I remembered before I fell asleep gripping the fur of Fenrir, purring contentedly.

The phone rang four more times until it went to voicemail for a second time. I pulled it away and hung up, staring at the blank screen. It wasn’t like Elena not to answer. It wasn’t like forsomeonenot to answer. It was eleven their time and someone had to be up, especially Abuela. She could have been making lunch for my sister, or doing some of her magic potion, or doing some sort of drug she wasn’t supposed to be doing.

After fretting last night about their safety, my anxiousness doubled. Fenrir stretched from his spot on the floor and trotted over to me, rubbing his head on my hip.

“They aren’t answering,” I muttered to him. “They always answer.” I rubbed my neck and dialed again. They didn’t answer for a third time, and I huffed in annoyance.

What the hell was going on?

I rubbed my hand down my face, and jumped when I heard my other phone ring. When I glanced and saw it was Delilah, I weighed my options about whether I should answer it. If I didn’t, they may come over here, since Switch told them, they all knew where I was anyway.

I sighed and slipped my finger across the screen. “Hello?”

“Hey, there’s the bar wetter, did I wake you?”

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