Page 39 of Blade's Return
I gently pull his door closed and go to my room. I fish around in the dresser for one of Blade’s shirts. Before I get the chance to put it on my phone dings and vibrates. I smile thinking it was Blade to tell me goodnight. We’re hardly ever apart at night anymore. I’m not sure how good I can sleep until he gets home, but a goodnight text will make me feel better.
I pick up my phone, a smile on my face.
That smile dies immediately when I read the message.
Douglas: Olivia, You’ve been whoring around with the Saint’s Outlaws. You bitch.
Get your ass to the garage now.
My heart freezes in my chest and my hands actually shake uncontrollably. My legs are so damned weak that I have to sit down on the bed. I can’t go to the garage. I know what will happen. Shit! If I ignore the text, then the bastard will just come here. He might even hurt Dad, and I can’t allow that.
Douglas: Don’t make me come get you. I’ll show you what our father looks like from the inside if you do.
Me: Can’t come. Dad’s sick.
I don’t have much hope that will work, but I try anyway.
Douglas: Bet he’s in better shape than this piece of shit.
I frown, not understanding what he means. Before I can ask, a picture of Bear pops up on my screen. He’s lying on the ground and there’s blood—too much blood—puddled around him. Panic hits me with so much force I gasp to try and breathe. My lungs burn.
Me: Coming. He better be alive when I get there!
I run out of my room with my phone clutched in my hand. I make it outside and call a neighbor. I explain I’ve had a family emergency, and I need them to watch over Dad. Luckily, they know where I keep the spare key. I hate I’m getting them out this late at night, but I can’t really do anything about it. Next, I call Blade. It goes immediately to voicemail.
“Blade, baby I need you to call me. I uh … Shit. Blade, bring the men from the club—the men. Shit. I need you. Bear needs you. It’s my brother … Blade … I …”
The phone beeps and clicks off. I try it again “Blade. There’s a garage in Townsend. Drifters. Bear’s been shot. Damn it, Blade! Why aren’t you picking up?!?!”
I start my car and peel out. Once I get close, I call the cops. Luckily, I have a friend on the force who understands exactly how bad my brother is.
“Detective Sutton, please,” I say when the operator picks up.
“Can I tell him who is calling?”
“Olivia Davis.”
“One moment please.”
While I’m waiting, I wonder if the operator can hear what a mess I am. I’m shaking so hard that I’m having trouble focusing on the road.
“Livy, what’s going on?”
“My brother. He sent me a picture of a friend of mine. He was lying down. God, Scott, he looked dead,” I explain, my voice cracking as the tears fall unchecked down my face. I need help. He’s at his garage in Townsend. Can you …”
“Olivia, do not go there. Let the cops handle this.”
“I have to. I … It’s Bear. I can’t leave him alone. I can’t.”
“He wouldn’t want you to do this, Olivia. You’re walking into a trap.”
“Just send the police, please?”
“Olivia.”
“I’m almost there. I called Blade but he’s not answering …”
“Olivia—”
