Page 33 of Celtic Dragon
Emma
Before I know it, Spike and Dbag are at my side, Honey following behind them. “What the hell, Emma? What’s happened?” Spike asks.
“Whoever left the note this morning has been in the house. Look.” I point to the rose and the note on the bed. I haven’t moved to open the note; I just can’t bring myself to get any closer to it. The fact that he’s been in the house has me so rattled I can’t think straight.
Spike walks over to the note while putting his riding gloves on. With his gloved hand, he picks up the note and begins to read.
Your biker friends can’t protect you.
Your biker boyfriend will go down with you.
When he finishes reading the note he pulls out his cell phone and dials. He holds the phone to his ear and a few seconds later begins to speak. “Hawk, hey. We’ve got a problem. Emma got another note.”
He’s listening to Hawk on the other end and then reads the note to Hawk. He listens some more and then says, “Ok, see you soon.” He disconnects the line and looks over at me. “He’s on his way.”
Suddenly, fear is no longer consuming me. I’m not afraid anymore; I’m pissed. I push through Spike and run past Honey down the stairs. When I get downstairs I grab the first thing I see, which is a beer bottle left on the pool table, and throw it as hard as I can. It shatters as it hits the kitchen table and the little bit of beer that was still in the bottle splatters all over the floor.
I’m not a victim!I scream inside my head.I’m so sick and tired of all this crap targeting Caden and me! I’m done! I will no longer allow these assholes that insist on tormenting me to do it anymore!I find an empty wine glass on the kitchen counter next to the sink and proceed to throw that as well. I turn back toward the pool table and spot another beer bottle. I storm over there, but just as I pick it up to throw, Spike grabs my arm to stop me.
“Whoa there, darl’n. I think you have made your point.”
“Let me throw it. It makes me feel better!” I yell.
“I know. I know it does. But you’re making a mess and frankly, I don’t think you or anyone else wants to clean it up,” Spike says. He then adds, “I’m glad you’re angry and I am glad that you’re reacting to this as you are. But let’s refocus that energy into finding this asshole and ending him once and for all.” He takes the beer bottle out of my hand and takes it over to the kitchen counter.
He walks back over to me and says, “Are you feeling better now?” Honey and Dbag are staring at me in disbelief. I’ve always been the quiet little mouse who just did what she was told, the timid girl whom everyone had to protect. Well, no more!
“I’m not a victim!” I state. My days of being the good little girl are over. I won’t allow another outsider to wreak havoc on my life. I have my child to think of. Above all else, my job is to protect him. I place my hands on my belly as if to reassure her that I am here and that I won’t allow anything to hurt her.
Honey walks over to me and gives me a hug. “Emma, we know that you’re not a victim. Hawk will get this guy, I just know it.”
I think,She doesn’t get it. I’m done having the club take care of me. I don’t want Hawk to get this guy. I want to get him! I want to make him stop terrorizing me.But I don’t say anything in front of Spike and Dbag, I decide to just let it go and let her think that she’s consoled me.
“She’s right, Emma. We’ll get him,” Dbag adds.
A few minutes later there’s a knock at the door. Spike goes over to the door, looks out the side window, and then opens the door. Hawk hurriedly walks in and comes straight over to me. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” I reply. “Thanks for coming over this late.”
“It’s not a problem at all. Ice left your care in my hands and I won’t let my brother down. So, what can you tell me about this last note?”
“Not much, really. I had gone up to bed and as soon as I walked into the bedroom and flicked on the light I saw the rose laying on my pillow and the piece of paper next to it. I didn’t even touch it; I just reacted with a scream.”
“A blood-curdling scream,” Honey adds.
I look over at her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Then I turn back toward Hawk and say, “When I screamed, everyone showed up in my room. Spike went over and picked up the note and read it. I don’t have anything else.” I realize that I’m not giving Hawk much to go on, but I don’t have much. I’ve given him what I know.
“Spike, first thing in the morning, you get these fucking locks changed.” He turns back to me and says, “Emma, what can you tell me about Mark Grayson that I don’t already know?”
We both suspect that someone close to Mark is involved with this, so it only makes sense to me that he would ask about Mark. “Hell, I don’t know, Hawk. I really thought I knew the man, but over the course of the last several weeks I realize that I never really knew him at all.”
“Does he have any other family that you can think of?”
I think about his question to see if anyone comes to mind. I say, “He had an aunt in New York that he spoke of once or twice, but not regularly and not enough for me to ask about her.”
“Friends?”
“Nope, no friends. Well, except Skid, but we didn’t know that until a couple of weeks ago. Do you think Skid could be doing this?”
