Page 52 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
The voices were coming from the dining room, which meant that Wyndham was still in there, trapped.
I had my weapon out and stealthily crept toward the dining room, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard a laugh. A small chuckle. But it seemed so out of place. Who was laughing? It almost sounded like Jim’s voice.
What the actual fuck?
I stood near the dining room door, as trying to peep around could be too risky, so I stayed there.
“So, where do you think she is?” someone asked. A male voice I didn’t recognize. It had to be one of the attackers.
“He took her somewhere.” This was definitely Jim. “You shouldn’t have hired that guy. He’s taking his job too seriously.”
Another small chuckle. Who the fuck found it funny?
“Yeah, well, I didn’t think he would bolt with her. They have to be on the estate somewhere. One of you should have fuckin’ followed him.” This was Wyndham. He did not sound distressed. He most definitely did not sound like he was being held at gunpoint either.
For a few moments, I just stood there, completely confused. What was going on? Why had a couple of attackers shot down the house and broken in, and were now standing around having a chat and a chuckle with Wyndham and Jim?
The conversation was continuing but I knew I couldn’t stand around and listen to more. I needed to get back to Sabrina. I needed to get her out of the house. Whatever was happening, it sounded to me as if her father was associated with it in some way. She wasn’t safe under his roof anymore.
I started running back down the corridor, headed for the safe room. I shouldn’t have left her alone there. I shouldn’t have tried to go back for Wyndham. I should have listened to my instincts from the start—the man was unreliable. He did not have his daughter’s best interests at heart. I shouldn’t ever have brought her back to this house.
I swung the safe room’s door open and found Sabrina still sitting on the floor, rocking herself gently, holding her knees up to her chin. She looked up at me, alarmed, as if she was expecting it to be one of the attackers.
“Spike!”
“We’re leaving. Now!”Sabrina tried to get me to talk and explain what was going on, but I forced her to get on the bike and we rode straight out through the back gates of the estate. Whoever the men were, they were going to go looking for us soon and I didn’t want to wait to be found.
Sabrina clung to me while we rode, shouting over the sound of the engine. She was demanding answers, an explanation, but the truth was that I had none.
I took her straight to Fifth Gear and she jumped off the bike. Her hair was tousled, her dress looked creased, and she was shaking her head.
“You have to tell me what is going on, Spike!” she said. I jumped off the bike too and grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her toward the clubhouse.
“You need to be indoors first.”
She yanked her arm away. I wasn’t holding her tight enough. At the bar’s doors, she stopped stock still.
“I am sick and tired of being pushed and pulled around by you and everyone else in my life. I need to know what is going on. I can handle it, don’t you think?” She was screaming now and the truthful answer to that question was that I didn’t think she could.
“We will talk inside,” I tried, and Sabrina crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me exactly why you snuck me out of my own home while we were under attack. Why you didn’t rescue my father like you said you would? What’s happened to him? Where is he? Is he alive?”
“Your father is alive,” I said. Sabrina was glaring at me as if she didn’t believe me. “But there are some things you probably don’t know about him. Things you don’t have the full picture of.”
At those words, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“What are you trying to say, Spike?”
Just then, the door behind me was pushed open and I turned to see Drax stepping out. He had his arm around Mary-Beth and they both looked at us with giddy smiles. They had clearly been drinking.
“Ah, look at who decided to make an appearance!” Mary-Beth exclaimed.
“Apparently, he made quite the appearance some time ago. Eagle’s face could vouch for that,” Drax said and they both broke into loud drunken laughter.
I looked at Sabrina; she seemed sad and confused.
“We’re just going in,” I said and held the door open. That was my cue for her to follow me in. If she didn’t, we would be stuck here talking to these two for an indefinite period of time. We had to make our escape now.
