Page 26 of Hansel
“You should have told someone, Sylvie. You should have given us the heads up, but we will discuss that later. Now get on the damn bike, we need to get home.”
I didn’t add before it was too late. I didn’t need to.
I knew it might already be too late.
Chapter Sixteen
Hansel
It was growing dark when we pulled up outside the Son’s compound. I had ridden without stopping all day, desperate to get back to them. To tell Fang and the others what I suspected. No, not what I suspected. I knew it was true. I didn’t need Sylvie to tell me. The evidence was written all over her face. It dripped from the agony in her voice.
“Off the bike, love.” I wanted to be patient with her, but time was already running out. I needed to get her somewhere safe and then I needed to get to The Otter, I would have gone there first if the clubhouse hadn’t been nearer.
I hoped to find him inside. And I could exact my revenge without having to worry about my wife and her whereabouts
“Hansel, please.” Sylvie was back to begging, she had been nagging in my ear for hours. And she would have the exact same response to it as I had given her before.
Nothing.
I tugged her off the bike. The prospect who had been lounging by the front door smoking a cigarette straightened as she gave out a cry of protest.
“Hansel.” His eyes darted from me to her black eye and back again, quickly taking note of my bruising grip on her arm. “What the fuck, man?”
“Get Fang.” I didn’t have time to deal with the prospect’s over dramatics. I needed to get Sylvie somewhere safe, fill Fang in with what was happening and then I needed to find Gretal.
Because if anything happened to her, I would never forgive myself. My entire life I had let her down. The one person in the universe that I swore I would look after. I wouldn’t do it again. I would burn the world down with everyone in it if something had happened to her.
“Sylvie.”
I stepped between them, my patience gone. “I said get fucking Fang now, prospect.” I didn’t have time for this. Every minute that passed was like an hour.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Fang appeared, his cut and the president patch over his heart caught my attention for a second. I had followed him first as a friend and then as a brother for so many years. He was my president. Closer than blood. Yet he had thought I was the one who was doing all those disgusting things. I had trusted him with my life and he hadn’t trusted me at all.
I shook the thought away. That was something we would have to deal with at a later time.
“What the fuck did you do to her face?” Fang puffed himself up, drawing his shoulders back.
Asshole thought I had done this. He actually thought I was so out of control that I would hurt a woman. Lay hands on someone who couldn’t defend herself against me. Giving Sylvie a little shove towards him, I squared my shoulders. If he wanted it to come to violence I was fine with that.
“Tell him who marked up your face, Sylvie. Tell him how I found you at the side of the road hundreds of fucking miles away. Tell him how your husband raped your friend and beat you.” Now I had started talking, the words just kept coming. “Tell him that you suspect he’s done much fucking worse and how you tried to run for your life.”
Between us, Sylvie froze like a deer in headlights. For seconds that felt like minutes, Fang stared at me, and then agonisingly slowly, he turned those all-seeing brown eyes on the terrified woman.
“What the hell is going on?”
I could see by his face that he didn’t want to believe me and that was fine. I didn’t want to believe it. Pope was my friend. We had ridden together for years. I had trusted him with the one person I prized above all overs. I had been happy that they were friends.
“He…” Sylvie sobbed. “It was after Gypsy. It did something to him. He’s always had a temper, but he loved me. I didn’t care if he went with other girls because I knew I belonged to him. But after he saw Gypsy, something changed in him. He became moody, violent.” She lifted tear-filled eyes to Fang, beseeching him to not make her say the words. “When I wouldn’t let him cut me, he said he would find someone else. He would get so angry, Fang, but when he got back he was back to being the man I loved. I didn’t know…”
She might not have known, but she had suspected.
Fang's shoulders slumped. “Seeing Gypsy…turned him on?” There was horror in his voice. Horror and a building rage. “Seeing my old lady almost dead fucking turned him on? Which one of the girls did he attack?”
I paused. Keeley didn’t want anyone to know and if I told Fang then he would phone Monster.
“One of the old ladies? Is that why they are all together? If he has hurt Gypsy then I’ll skin him, I’ll fucking…”
Fang was sharp. There wasn’t much that got past him.
