Page 152 of In Death, Love Survives
“Are you telling me to watch my back?” I step up.
Toby backs away.
“Not at all. I heard just enough to know they’ll want to kill me.”
“What are they planning?”
“They’re going to take you down. They’ve been taunting you now, but it’s coming. Haven’t you felt the quiet?”
Felt the quiet. Of course I have. It’s been a loud fucking silence.
“When?”
“Soon.”
“Not good enough.” I sigh.
“I heard this week. Maybe next. Maybe the following.”
“So you have nothing.”
“Look, I’ll try to find out more. They don’t know about my… ties just yet.”
“You find out, and you tell me. You can stay here at the clubhouse until we decide what to do with you, alright?”
“Thank you,” Toby says, breathing out a loud sigh of relief.
“Don’t get too comfortable. We need more than that.”
TWENTY
Nova
Ever since last week,during that night at the clubhouse, Wolfe has been even more on edge. The intensity practically rolls off his back whenever I do see him. He’s usually on the road, trying to find out what’s happening or talking to the brothers in the clubhouse.
It’s long days and nights trying to find out when and where this big attack will be happening. Their main warehouse hasn’t been touched, but small robberies and break-ins have been picking back up again.
Outside of that, there’s been no chatter about what’s going on.
I don’t want to add more stress on him, but I called my apartment complex earlier in the week and canceled the rest of my lease. I have to be out of there by this weekend. I called a company to come in and clear it out after I have a chance to go through it all, but that leaves me only the next few days to get it done.
Since I’ve been here, we really haven’t talked about me needing my own car. My car is back at my apartment complex too.
I haven’t needed it since I’ve used Caleb’s truck or been with Wolfe on his bike. This is the first instance where I realize it would be helpful for us to do some long-term planning.
I slouch on the sofa as I stare out at the rainy day.
It’s peaceful and calming, if only I didn’t have my own personal rain cloud storming overhead.
If I tell Wolfe about my apartment and car, it’ll be another item on his list that he’ll take on instead of asking someone else to help me with it. I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on him.
I can’t put that kind of pressure on him.
As the rain falls, I watch the Montana sky turn darker. A storm must be rolling in, and Wolfe is out there somewhere.
I’ve learned that in some scenarios, Wolfe can’t reach out to me or has bad cell service. It’s frustrating, but I have to trust that he’ll come back to me in one piece.
Getting off the sofa, I head into the kitchen to make a cup of hot tea.
