Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sophie grab another chair and go for his legs.
This definitely wasn’t the plan.
No time to worry about that now. Skid screamed as he staggered forward, falling off the porch face-first into the dirt. I rode him down and then Sophie was there, kicking him over and over. He managed to roll to the side, which was a huge mistake, because it gave her a clear shot at his crotch.
She attacked his balls viciously, and his screeching cries of pain filled the air. That didn’t slow her down in the least. Over and over she kicked him, her face twisted with hate. He stopped struggling, and I realized he’d passed out.
I don’t know if it was from pain or if I’d managed to cut off his air. Sophie grabbed the gun, handing it off to me. I pointed it at Skid’s bloodied body, panting.
“Go upstairs and grab the cuffs,” I managed to say. “We’ll get him tied up and then call for help.”
Sophie took off, and I held the gun on him the whole time she was gone, hoping like hell he wouldn’t wake up. I was prepared to shoot—but that didn’t mean I wanted to . . .
It wasn’t because I was scared to kill another human being. Of course, the thought sickened me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about my talk with Liam, and everything he’d said about the truce and the cartel. Maybe he’d been lying to me—I certainly wouldn’t put it past him . . . But what if he’d been telling the truth? If he was, killing Skid would ruin the peace and sooner or later the cartel would come after the Reapers.
We needed him alive.
Sophie returned with the cuffs. Strangely, she also had a bedsheet and a knife from the kitchen. Together we wrestled Skid’s limp body over to the porch pillar and fastened his hands around it.
I felt the tension in my chest loosen, and I looked up at Sophie and grinned.
“You don’t listen very well when you’re told to run, do you?”
She smirked.
“I guess not,” she said. “I heard the shot and knew you were in trouble. I just couldn’t leave you—it didn’t feel right.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I think you might’ve saved my life. Not sure if he would’ve killed me or not.”
She held up the sheet.
“You want me to bandage that leg up for you?” she asked. I looked down at my leg. Sure enough, blood still oozed out, although not much of it at this point. Damned if I hadn’t forgotten about it during the fight. God bless adrenaline.
Everything immediately started hurting again.
“Yeah, might be a good idea,” I said. “Obviously it’s not life threatening, but wow . . . I can’t believe I got shot.”
She glanced at me and cocked her head.
“Can I ask a crazy question?”
“Sure,” I replied. “I think we’re past being formal with each other at this point.”
“How often does this happen?”
“What do you mean?”
“How often do people get kidnapped, or shot, or whatever? In the club, I mean.”
My eyes widened.
“Um, never?” I said. “I mean, I’m sure men have gotten shot. But not anyone in our chapter, at least not that I know of. Not related to the club, at least. One of the brothers, Bagger, died in Afghanistan last year. But seriously, this is not normal shit.”
She sighed and used the knife to cut the edge of the sheet. Then she tore it into a long strip and started wrapping my leg.
“Glad to hear that,” she murmured, frowning. “But even this is too much. I can’t take this. Noah can’t have this in his life.”
“Well, now isn’t the time to try and figure all that out,” I said, trying to calm her down. I could see a hint of crazy in her eyes, a delayed reaction now that we were safe. I didn’t want her melting down on me, at least not until we got out of here.
“I need to find his phone,” I said to distract her. “Got to call Dad, get him out here. For all we know, there’s fifty Devil’s Jacks on their way.”
Sophie shuddered, and then tears filled her eyes. She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. I reached out to touch her, but she shrugged me off.
“Sorry,” she said. “You better tie the bandage. I don’t want to touch it after touching my nose.”
I laughed.
“Thanks. That’d be just my luck—I’d survive kidnapping and Skid, only to be taken out by nose cooties.”
She smiled at me, and then she started giggling. It had a bit of a hysterical note to it, but I figured she’d earned it.
• • •
I found Skid’s phone on the coffee table. Thankfully it was his personal phone, not one of the burners I’m sure they kept around for talking business. I turned it on and there was another stroke of luck—Skid didn’t have it password protected.
That was stupid of him.
I scrolled through it, looking at his messages. Nothing of interest. Looked like he’d been sexting with some girl named Kelsey the night before. Not club related, though. His email was protected. Oh, and there . . . perfect. Google Maps. I clicked on it and found us. The house was along the Spokane Valley, back in the hills. Maybe half an hour from Coeur d’Alene. Funny, it seemed like we should be farther away—this place felt like a whole different world. Of course, if they’d been using it as a base to spy on the Reapers, it couldn’t be too far.
I opened the phone app and started dialing my dad’s number.
Then I stopped.
It was just after two p.m., so Hunter was probably still meeting with the club. If I called right now, told them I was safe, would they kill him? My stomach clenched. Whatever else I felt about Hunter, I didn’t want him dead. How to protect him? I could wait to call . . . But I had no idea how long the meet would go, and if I waited too long, more Jacks might show up.