Page 54 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“I should have known it wouldn’t matter. You have some kind of twisted plan I don’t know about. What is this really about, Spike? Ransom? Are you going to keep me here till Daddy pays up? Were those shooters who attacked the house some of your men? How long have you been planning this whole thing?”
I had to clench my jaw to keep from shouting. To keep from punching a hole in the wall. I couldn’t believe she was going there. I couldn’t believe how low her trust in me actually was.
“Yeah, fuck that,” I growled and turned to go to the door. “You are free to leave this place whenever you want. I hope you don’t for your own safety, but I’m not holding you back. Go back to your daddy if you want. I’m fuckin’ done with this shit.”
I didn’t wait for her answer. I just left. Even as I hurried down the stairs to the bar, I knew I was making a mistake. I shouldn’t have given Sabrina the freedom to leave the clubhouse. But I wasn’t her keeper. I had no authority to hold her back from doing what she wanted to do.18SabrinaI got in a car parked at the back of the clubhouse. Nobody had noticed. I didn’t know whose car I was in right now but it seemed as if it probably belonged to one of the girls. I zoomed out of the clubhouse premises and for a while, I wasn’t even sure where I was headed. All I knew was that I needed to go back to the house. I had to confront Daddy.
My head was wrecked. I didn’t know who to believe. What to believe.
Spike had so far done nothing to make me doubt his intentions, but Daddy…well, he was my daddy. He had his faults. I knew he’d been involved in more than one questionable project ever since he became mayor. But would he actually have manipulated the attack on the house?
For what reason?
I knew Spike hated me now for questioning his claims. Maybe I should have stayed with him. I knew he was trying to keep me safe. I shouldn’t have blamed him for hatching some devious plan. I got angry and said some stuff I didn’t mean.
However, at the same time, I wanted to prove to him that my father wasn’t as evil as he thought. In time, we could work around all the roadblocks. We could peacefully co-exist.
Besides, I knew I wouldn’t have made it through the night without knowing if Daddy was okay. What happened to him? Who were the attackers?
By the time I got to the estate, I saw things were back to being quiet. I had expected to return to a volley of cop cars, but all I saw was one of the guys on our household staff fixing the main door. The door that had been shot down by the attackers.
When I parked the car, Cherie came running out of the house toward me.
“Ms. Wyndham! Are you okay? We didn’t know where you went. We looked for you everywhere.”
I went up to Cherie, and for the first time since I was a child, I hugged her. I had always wanted to hug her. She had looked after me, been like a mother figure to me but I’d always held myself back. I knew Daddy would disapprove of me being affectionate toward the staff. But I didn’t care anymore.
“I’m fine, Cherie. Spike took me away, he wanted to keep me safe. Where is Daddy? What happened here? Were the shooters caught?”
We were walking into the house together. Cherie stopped in her tracks and I turned to her. I could tell from the expression on her face that there was something she wanted to tell me.
“Cherie?”
“Sweetheart! You’re safe!” Daddy’s loud voice boomed from the end of the hallway. I looked over and saw that he looked perfectly fine. He didn’t have a single scratch on him.We walked into the living room together, away from the prying eyes and ears of the staff. The moment I closed the door behind me, I turned to my father. He was making his way to the couch, meaning to sit down. I could see he had changed into pajamas and his silk robe, and he was ready for bed.
“It was a bad business tonight, wasn’t it, sweetheart? I’m glad you’re okay. You look lovely.”
“Daddy, you need to tell me what is going on because I know something’s not right. Where are the cops? Where are the attackers? They shot bullets into our front door and all you’re doing is getting it fixed? I thought they were going to seriously harm us. I didn’t know if you even made it out alive.”
Daddy glared at me. I had never spoken to him the way I was doing tonight. First over dinner when I told him about Spike, and now I was confronting him about the attack. By now, he had figured out I wasn’t backing down. I wanted answers.
