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“He… you have to stop him. I think he’s going to find drugs.” The guy cursed up a storm, as he turned and hurried back down the hallway. The place was empty, except for another head peeking out of a door as he reached the first floor, with me on his heels, hobbling to avoid catching my throbbing toe.
“Torch? What’s happening?” It was the guy with the dreads. Has-Been, I think was his name. He was still so familiar. Had he used the centre too?
“Fucking Ice. He’s gone on the run.”
“Bastard. I’ll get dressed.” He didn’t even look at me, before he disappeared into his room again, and the half-naked biker, Torch, hammered on another door.
“Ry? We need you!” Then he ran for the stairs, and up to the floor I hadn’t seen before. I followed, because I didn’t know what else to do.
“Reacher!” Torch banged on the only door on this floor, and we heard a whole lot of cursing, before the Club President stuck his head out of the room.
“What!”
“Ice left, Pres. She thinks he’s going to use.”
Reacher shot me a glare, then took in my appearance.
“This is your idea of therapy? You’re fucking him? And now you’ve sent him right back out there, and into his addiction again?”
“Pres…”
He shot Torch a glare. “Get dressed. If he makes it past the prospects, we need to find him before he fucks things up.”
He looked at me again, with pure disgust.
“You need to get out of here. You’ve done more than enough damage already, don’t you think?”
I felt a lump in my throat, as his words hit me right where it hurt. He was right. I’d messed up. I’d let my feelings get in the way of Ice’s recovery, and now I might have killed him. A sob burst out of me, and I turned, running for the stairs and Ice’s room.
Nineteen
Despitethewaymymind was still consumed with what had happened upstairs in my bed, being back out on my bike felt amazing. Even though I could feel it pulling at the weakened muscles in my arm and shoulder, and knew I’d pay later, I couldn’t bring myself to give a shit.
I reached the gates, and my next obstacle.
“Hey, brother. Going somewhere?”
I shot the blond prospect a glare. “Actually, Nick, I am. Get the gates open.”
He frowned, staring back at the clubhouse.
“I uh… I need to check in with the Pres.”
I leaned closer, watching him lean closer too.
“Unless you want me to vote against you being patched in, you’ll open the fucking gate. Remember, one ‘no’ vote is all it takes, prospect.”
He cursed. “You’re gonna pull that one on me? I let you out of here, and Reacher’ll throw me out anyway!”
I rolled my eyes. “Open the gate, or I’m gonna put you in the hospital. How’s that?”
I heard a shout behind us, and knew I was out of time.
“Open it or I’ll deliberately crash into it, and it’ll be your fault.”
“Fuck’s sake!” He pulled on the gate, and slid it back, just enough for me to ease my bike through, but I could already hear other bikes starting up, so I knew I had to hurry. That fucker had deliberately delayed me long enough to make sure they could follow me. I’d kick his ass for that later, but for now… I had to get out of sight.
I circled the compound, and headed for the road out of town. By the time they realised I’d gone that way, instead of into town, I’d already be half way to Mitch’s place, and that was why I’d made sure they never knew who I actually bought from. So they couldn’t stop me from getting what I needed.
