Satan's Sinner's #3: Becca and Bullet

Chapter 21

Becca POV

It's been three months of hard work. Hard work with Cameron and I. Hard work on getting the plans for the new house nailed down and picking out what I wanted to keep from the 'old' new house to take to the 'new' new house. If that makes sense. We'd both been working with our individual therapists and decided to find a marriage counselor two months ago.

Our individual therapy has been once a week for me, and twice a week for him. We also have marriage counseling once a week. It's a lot. But it has...helped? Kind of? We have homework we have to do every session. She's very aware of boundaries with us and what we're trying to do. Fully reconcile and build the trust back to what it was. We'd been working very hard on ourselves, communication, and being very honest. And I have to say. He wasn't the same man. Not the one I fell in love with. Not the one who ignored me. Not the one who kissed another woman.

He was a better man. A man who worked his ass off to prove it every day that he was here with Grey and I. That he was working toward a better, brighter future, with us. For us. He was proving himself every day. We were still very cautious of, and keeping tabs on my stepsister, who had been released until her trial began. But we always had some kind of camera on or near us so we could film whatever interaction we could with her. If we had one. Just in case. Because that bitch was sneaky and I didn't trust her. Not one bit.

There was a party tonight, at the clubhouse and I was just getting home from work. It had been an absolute nightmare of a shift. Nothing went right, and I was ready to be able to dance with my guy. My guy. It felt nice to be able to call him that again. I smiled, thinking how lucky I am to have him in my life again. As the new Cameron I was getting to know.

I was meeting Cameron there because I was getting home so late, and because Kai's dad River insisted on keeping all the grandkids tonight. We were going to have a night for us and it was super excited and nervous. I hurried through a shower and threw on some makeup, quickly blow-dried my hair, and squeezed into a tight dress with pumps I knew he would love. Taking one last look in the mirror, I was ready. I had on the tightest, semi-small bodycon strapless dress with my red bottom black pointy-toe shoes. I was ready.

Walking into the clubhouse, I saw our regular group of people were there. Indie and Hades, Williow and Prez, Hound and Rowan, and even Kai and Parker were here. But...where's Cameron? I looked around, not seeing him in the main room or even sitting around the bar. Willow saw me and waved me over.

"Dayum girl! You look FINE!" She slurred to me. I raised an eyebrow and she started laughing at me.

"Thank you, babe!" I hugged her, walked up to the table, and looked around. Prez and Hound looked like they'd seen a ghost. "Anyone see where Bullet went? He was supposed to meet me here." Prez and Hound gave each other a look. I didn't like that look it made me feel sick. Like something was really, terribly fucking wrong.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were broke down at work," Prez says to me. I shake my head negatively. What the hell are they talking about?

"What's going on?" I ask, ready to run out of here at a moment's notice to get to Cameron. They get up and start walking away without saying anything. Hades and Kai follow. I took two steps and shouted at them before they rounded the corner, "I asked what the fuck is going on, and if it involves Cameron, you better fucking tell me as his Old Lady! I deserve that at the very fucking least!" I was heaving, and the room was silent. You could hear a pin drop. A couple of the older brothers coughed, but no one said or did anything.

Prez turned towards me. "He got a phone call from a coworker saying your car wouldn't start. That he needed to come get you. You're here. Not there. Something's wrong and we're going to go find out. Can I go make sure he's not in trouble now?" He asked indignantly. I understood. I nodded, my whole body shaking. I felt like collapsing.

Parker came up and caught me as my ankles started to shake like I was a newborn baby deer trying to walk in these pumps for the first time. I felt myself spinning. Where? How? Who? No. This was not happening. Not when we were finally getting ourselves together finally. Please. We were almost there. I can't...I can't fall apart. Parker is rubbing my back telling me in my ear that I need to be strong. Bullet needs me. Grey needs me.

I wipe my eyes and pull myself together. I cannot fall apart. Not until he's back and safe. Here. With me. Then I can cry. Not now.

I pulled out my phone. There was one person who I knew would find him fastest.

"Hacker—"

"I know. Prez just called."

"He has a tracker in his bike, one in his phone, and one sewn into his cut."

"What now?"

"I'll send you the numbers you'll need to track it. Then pull all the footage from the surrounding areas. If ANYTHING involves my sister, or anyone working for her, send it to the police. Everything going to the cops and then to Prez. Keep me in the loop. I want to be there."

"I can't—"

I hear talking in the background. It's low, but I can tell it's a woman. Raven. Thank god for this woman! She's hopefully taking my side on this! Please. Please. I feel like I'm begging.

"Fine. But you did not get anything from me. Got it?"

"Thank you!" I turn and run out of the clubhouse. Taking off my red bottoms, I sprint for the house with Parker hot on my heels. Bursting through the garage door, I try to be quiet so I don't wake anyone. The only ones up are Bear and River.

"What's wrong?"

"Bullet's missing. I'm getting dressed and grabbing my laptop. I have to get information to Hacker so he can track him. Hopefully we can find him." Parker was right behind me, trying to catch his breath.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Keep the kids safe. We have no idea who took him. We don't know what they want." He nodded, pulling out his phone and all he said was 13 underground and hung up. He nodded and started moving around the house like it was a battle station. I nodded at Parker and ran to my room to change into something easy to move in. I grabbed my black leggings with the holster built into the thigh and lower back. I then put on my bra that had a holster in it also and put on a long-sleeved black shirt over top. I laced up my black tennis shoes and put my hair into a long braid. I grabbed the .9mm I had and the Smith and Wesson M&P shield forty cal. Along with extra mags. I was ready. I grabbed my laptop and the keys to Parker and Kai's SUV. I owed them a new one anyway. I also knew this one was a 'special' car as Parker had let slip.

Parker was out of the door two seconds after I started the SUV. Whipping out of the drive and coming up to the front of the clubhouse, I sent Hacker the info on Cameron's trackers and which were which so we would know what we were following. I pulled up the tracking app on the laptop. The hospital parking garage. It looked like he'd been there for a while. For everything.

"Tell me if this moves from here. I've got my hotspot on my phone turned on. I want to make sure I'm there to help him. And I might need you if it's bad," I paused, because I hadn't discussed this with him at all beforehand, "I'm sorry for springing this—"

"Stop. You're my sister. I'd do anything for you. Including pissing off my husband and saving yours," he smiled at me, reaching across the center console and squeezing my hand. Tears wanted to spill from my eyes, but I blinked like a hummingbird flaps their wings, in an attempt to clear my vision.

Not yet. He's not back yet.

In the rearview mirror, I see the guys coming out of the front and getting on their bikes. I hit the gas, as the prospects race to get the gate open in time. I floor it because I'll be damned if someone keeps me from getting to my man. I need to know he's okay.

I'm coming, baby.

Please be okay. There's so much to tell you.