Batta (Blackwings MC - Devil Springs Book 4) by Brooks Teagan

Author:Brooks, Teagan [Brooks, Teagan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781951704025
Publisher: Teagan Brooks, LLC
Published: 2020-01-21T16:00:00+00:00

18

“Please don’t leave me,” Josie begged through her tears.

“You know I don’t want to, but I agree with Luke that this is the best way to keep you safe,” I reassured her. I had no idea how Cristofano had found us, but he had, and it was by sheer luck that he hadn’t seen her. I pulled her in for a hug and whispered, “You know I wouldn’t leave you if I didn’t think you’d be safe.”

She nodded against my shoulder. “I know,” she sniffled. “But I don’t know these people.”

“You can trust them, Josie,” I told her and hoped I wasn’t lying. Luke vouched for them, and I was in a position where I had to take his word. “I need to get back or this will all be for naught. So, go inside, and I’ll call when I can.”

Josie’s frail arms tightened around me for a long moment before she released me and stepped back. “Please be careful, Tatum,” she whispered.

“I will,” I vowed and directed my attention to the two beautiful, blonde women huddled around Josie and the two protective men standing behind them. They looked familiar, really familiar, but I couldn’t place them. “Take care of her.”

“Nothing will happen to her while she’s in our care,” the older of the two men promised and, for whatever reason, I believed him.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely and slid into the driver’s seat without looking back. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. Because if I did, I would have shoved Josie into the van and kept on driving, even though I knew she was in the best place she could be.

The drive back to the clubhouse was awful. When I wasn’t using every ounce of energy to stay awake, my mind was running wide-open trying to figure out how Cristofano tracked us down. Because if he was able to find us, that meant anyone else could, too. I was desperate to know what he knew, or what he thought he knew. And I was curious to know how much the bikers had figured out since we’d been gone.

I pulled into the clubhouse and parked the minivan in the exact same place it’d been before I left. Assuming they were expecting me, I didn’t bother with knocking and let myself in the front door. Batta was kicked back on one of the sofas with his arms crossed over his broad chest, and he was fast asleep.

I walked over to him and placed my hand on his cheek. “Batta,” I said softly.

His beautiful blue eyes fluttered open and promptly narrowed. “I told you to call me Trey.”

“Trey,” I repeated.

Not one ounce of tension left his face upon my use of his given name. Instead, his glare intensified. “We need to talk.”

“I know,” I sighed. “But can we do it after I get a few hours of sleep? I’m exhausted and kind of bitchy.”

He got to his feet and stood toe-to-toe with me. “I don’t like liars.”

I dropped my head and stared at my boots.

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