Wade
I arrive home to the compound after a long night trying to fix what happened at the Honeypot.
Fuck. Who the fuck am I kidding?
There's no fixing anything really. The Iron Legion attacked the place as it was full of innocent people. Many dancers are in the hospital and Tammi is in there too.
This is news I haven’t fucking wanted to tell Zeva.
I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I'm pissed off.
There's gonna be a war there's no doubt about it now. It's coming to a head. I can’t fucking deny that The Legion is a problem. They're here to start trouble and there's nothing any of us can do about it except to defend our territory. I think of Zeva, how much she is against more fighting. I want to protect her from experiencing any more sadness or strife but some things just cannot be helped. I know Jason has been taking care of her and I haven't doubted her safety for a second because Jason is the strongest guy I have in the gang. She's safe with him and I just need to see her.
I dismount from my bike and check the surroundings. I know The Iron Legion likely wants me dead so they can take over this turf. They've been killing the presidents of other gangs and I'm not fucking naive.
I know they’ll come after me soon unless I can get to them first. So I’m always looking over my shoulder.
It all seems clear. I go inside and look for Zeva and Jason.
Jason is just getting out of the shower.
"Hey, how is everyone at the Honeypot?" he asks.
"I'm not gonna lie to you,” I say with a sigh. “It doesn't look good. Too many fucking people got wounded and the place is absolutely fucking destroyed.”
He’s silent and I continue. “I fucking hate that this shit has come to our town. We need to do something, Jason.”
He remains silent.
“We need to do something quick,” I finish. I’ve said my piece.
"Yeah, I heard even Tammi was wounded,” is his only reply.
"She was,” I answer, going along with him. “But you didn't tell Zeva did you?"
"No. I couldn't bear to tell her that piece of bad fucking news on top of everything else,” he replies.
I'm thinking he may have distracted her with a lot of sex and part of me is jealous that I wasn't there to experience it.
"So," I ask. "Did you guys have a good night?"
He smiles mysteriously. Great, I guess I'm left to imagine all the fun they had without me. Maybe I can go to Zeva now and fuck her and make her come a couple times you know just to make sure she doesn't forget about me.
"Where is she?” I ask. “Is she sleeping?"
"I don't know,” he says shaking his head. “I actually didn't see her in bed just now. I thought maybe she was down here, getting coffee or something."
I'm partially worried as I realize she's not down here and Jason doesn't seem to know where she went.
"Fuck Jason. You don't know where she is?" I say, my heartbeat racing.
"She's somewhere. I just saw her before I went into the shower. Just chill out. She's probably on the back patio or something,” he replies with calm.
"She shouldn't even be outside man,” I tell him wondering why I’m even having to. “They're looking for her."
I'm racing now around the house looking in every room for Zeva and Jason is right behind me.
"Zeva?” I yell. “Zeva, come on baby where are you?"
"Zeva!" Jason yells.
We go upstairs and check all the rooms and balconies. She's not anywhere. The place is quiet.
"Well, she couldn't have left Wade because she came here on your bike. She doesn't have a ride. Unless of course, she walked but she wouldn't do something as stupid as that with The Iron legion following her."
As he says the words it starts to dawn on me that Zeva could've taken one of my many assorted bikes in the garage because I usually keep the keys in them.
Fuck me.
"Jason! I think she left man,” I declare. “Follow me."
We run down the stairs and through the house to the back garage. I scan the room and see one bike missing. Dammit.
"She left. Jason,” I realize out loud. “She took a bike and left. How could you have let this happen? This is your fault."
"Shit. Where do you think she went?" Jason asks, reality dawning on him.
"Probably she found out about Tammi and went to see her. Where else would she be?"
"Maybe we can catch up to her?” he asks.
For the first time, I’m agreeing with him – my worry cooling and my exasperation starting to ebb away. We know what we need to do.
"Yeah, let's go," I say.
We hop on our bikes and speed away from the compound. At this point, I don't care who's watching or scoping us out. I just have to find Zeva before they do. Doesn't she know that they're watching her every move? How could she have done something so reckless? I'd want to spank her bare ass as punishment if I wasn't so goddamn worried.
I’m fucking terrified of what might happen and I have a sinking feeling in my stomach like something bad is about to happen or that it already has.
We ride as fast as we can to town. It's a long way there and the minutes feel like small eternities within each other as my heart is racing and my palms are sweating out of fear. I never feel fear usually because I am out for myself and I don't give a fuck if I get hurt or even if I die. But with Zeva in my life now I suddenly care a little too much about her safety and my own. I know if I died she would be devastated. And I am devastated at the thought of something happening to her. This is love I guess. It's unfamiliar and my emotions are running wild.