If I wasn't going to fight for myself, then I would fight for J.

"You're lying."

Robert turned to me in shock. I had never contradicted him before. His mouth hung open wide for a moment before he snapped it shut into an evil smile.

"I'm afraid not, Emilia. Your secret lover spent six years in the slammer for armed robbery and a.s.sault. He's a lowlife animal." Robert chuckled. "Only you could be so blindingly stupid."

My shock quickly diminished and I made my decision. J.'s past meant nothing compared to the man he was now. Robert meant to hurt me with this new information but there was nothing left to hurt. For him to hurt me, I needed to have feelings for him. I needed to care what he thought. He a.s.sumed I still did.

And that was his second mistake.

We turned into the garage below his building in silence. Robert seemed satisfied by my lack of reply. He took my speechlessness for fear. He thought he had me cowed.

My heart thumped wildly as he opened the pa.s.senger door. He wouldn't do anything in the parking garage. There were cameras here. He wouldn't hurt me until we were safely back in the penthouse.

Each step I took brought me closer to the door.

He crossed the lobby so quickly I had to trot to keep up. His fingers were sunk deep in my flesh. It was happening fast. Too fast.

"Welcome back Miss Hawthorne! Glad to see you are well!"

"She is, Officer Wilkens, and we have you to thank for it." Robert paused in front of the desk, holding me close. "We owe you a huge debt of grat.i.tude, don't we Emilia?"

Officer Wilkens raised his eyebrows at me expectantly. My stomach churned in fear. He had been spying on me, for how long I didn't know. Because of him, J. was sitting in a jail cell, falsely accused. The rage that had been simmering inside of me reached a boiling point.

When I didn't answer right away, Robert stepped back. "Emilia," he prompted, gesturing towards the expectant Wilkens.

"No."

Officer Wilkens only looked at me quizzically. But I heard the sharp sound of Robert's shock. And that was what I was looking for.

"f.u.c.k you, you evil piece of s.h.i.t." The words tumbled from my mouth as I spoke my truth. "You've hurt me for the last f.u.c.king time. Do you hear me?"

Robert quickly recovered from his shock and chuckled mildly. "Emilia, you're talking nonsense. We need to get you to bed."

"I said no!" I flung my arm back, out of his grasp.

"Emilia!" He lunged forward.

That was the chance I needed. With my feet planted firmly, I twisted back with my hips, then let my fist fly through the air with the full force of my strength. I didn't stop when my fist crashed into Robert's jaw. I punched through his face in a mighty arc, snapping his head to the side and sending him reeling backwards to land on the floor.

"We're through. Don't ever come near me again!"

I was out of the door before he could recover. I never looked back as I sprinted away from him as fast as my legs could carry me.

Chapter 33.

Emmy The dorms for the U of Arts were only a few blocks away. I hoped beyond hope that Sammie was still where I remembered her. Where our room used to be. I hoped she hadn't moved out and gone home. It was hard to believe that our lunch was only a week ago.

I burst into the lobby of the dorm and jammed my fingers into the call b.u.t.ton. The aging system squawked to life and I heard a tinny but familiar voice. "Who the f.u.c.k...?"

"Sammie, It's Emmy."

"Emmy?" I heard fumbling staticky sounds that masked her next outburst. "...doing here?"

"I need help, Sam."

"Of course." I heard the relief in her voice and knew she knew exactly what had happened. She held the buzzer down so long I was in the lobby before it stopped.

It was surreal bursting into my old room. She was still on the same side, the walls still decorated with her artwork and the huge, signed Tegan and Sara poster that was her pride and joy. But my side was different. Of course she had a new roommate, why would I think it was different? The world had gone on without me while I rotted in the penthouse.

"You left him," she stated flatly when I stepped into the room. Her face was deadly serious.

I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my pounding heart. "I did."

She crushed me to her chest, but there was no triumph in her eyes. My best friend knew me too well. "What do you need?"

"I don't have much time. He's trying to get me back, Sammie. And he's using the police to help him."

She stepped back from me and pressed her bright-red lips together in a thin line. "Tell me what I need to know."

"I met another man, Sammie. And he's wonderful." Tears flooded my eyes. I tried to hide the hitch in my voice. "We were up that bed and breakfast outside of New Hope, the one you and I stayed at over Christmas break last year, remember? So I wouldn't have to go home to my family?"

She nodded, the tears filling her eyes at the memory.

"But Robert tracked me down. He was using the lobby guard to spy on me, Sammie. The guard is going to say that J. was stalking me and kidnapped me from the penthouse."

"...the f.u.c.k?"

"Robert's money," I spat. "He can do anything because his last name is Whitestone."

Her eyes flashed. "No he f.u.c.king can't."

"He can," my voice was rising higher. "He can unless I fight back. J. is in jail right now, up there in Bucks County. They're holding him for my statement. Robert was going to make me say I was kidnapped. If he gets to him before I do, I don't know what he will do. The lobby guard is an ex-cop, they'll believe him over J. I need to get up there and free him, get him out of there, before Robert presses false charges."

"Do you need a ride?" She was already grabbing her keys.

I thought for a minute. She was in my corner. I had someone to fight for me, but I needed someone for J. too. "I do. But not up there right away."

"Where to then?" She had her purse on her shoulder.

I looked at my best friend, the one I had neglected for months, as she stood in our old dorm room with her hand poised on the doork.n.o.b, ready to ride off into the night to help me. The tears that had been threatening now finally spilled over and I dissolved into helpless sobs.

Sammie grabbed me again and I sank into her gratefully. My tears flooded the back of her bright purple sweatshirt as she stroked my hair and murmured into my ear. "Emmy, Emmy, Emmy," she whispered, rocking me in a rhythm with her words. "I'm so glad you're back Emmy. Everything is going to be all right."

I took a breath. "Okay," I answered, hoping the lie would make me believe myself. Believe her.

"So where to?" she prompted, handing me a tissue.

I dabbed at my eyes and exhaled again. "I need to go talk to a biker gang."

Chapter 34.

Emmy My five minutes was up. Sammie bolted from her car and sprinted across the empty street. "What the f.u.c.k is going on?" she hissed.

I bounced lightly on my toes as I watched Crash's limping form disappear into the dark. His heavy tread seemed even heavier than normal. "He's sounding the alarm," I whispered.

Sammie slipped her hand into mine, and together we waited at the fence line. Every moment that went by was one more moment J. was in jail. One more moment for Robert to get ahead of me, to out think and out maneuver me. One more way for him to win.

I squeezed Sammie's hand, trying to calm myself. "Jesus!" she hissed.

"f.u.c.k. Too tight. Sorry," I apologized. She rubbed her hand grimly and stared daggers as the darkened door of the clubhouse.

When a figure emerged in the doorway, I was surprised to see that it was Teach. He moved quickly down the walkway, dreads swinging in time with his steps. "Emmy!" he called.

His face was illuminated in the light of Sammie's headlights and I gasped. A deep, purple chasm had been opened across his cheek. It was swollen so badly, his left eye was squinted almost shut. I saw several bald patches where his dreads had been pulled out. He unlocked the gate stiffly, holding his arms carefully by his sides.

"What happened?" I breathed.

"I could ask you the same thing, Emmy," he intoned. "Who's your friend?"

Sammie stepped forward belligerently, but I shot out my arm and blocked her path. "This is Sammie." I gulped. "She's on me."

Teach snapped his head to me in surprise, and then nodded slowly. "Come inside, ladies."

We both squinted in the sudden light of the store. I could hear the rest of the Sons milling about back in the clubhouse. The grumble of sleepy voices in worried conversation. Crash must have told them already.

But nothing happened until Teach gave the word. I knew that. So when he turned to face me from his perch behind the counter, I tried to ignore the ruin of his face and speak my piece.

But when I inhaled, the only thing that I could say was, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he answered gruffly. "It's the other guys you need to be worrying about."

It started to dawn on me. "The Storm Riders."

He nodded slowly as Crash and Case emerged in the doorway. I could see Crash leaning heavily on his good leg, using the doorframe for support. Behind him loomed the huge ma.s.s of Case. His torso was bare and wrapped tightly in medical tape. He grimaced every time in breathed in. Several mottled bruises bloomed across his chest.

"How bad was it?" I breathed.

"Bad enough," Teach answered tightly. "But not as bad as having the police come sniffing around two days later.

"Looking for you," Case rumbled, all traces of his earlier friendliness gone.

I cursed Robert under my breath. "I know, and they found me." I took a deep breath. Speak your truth. "They got J. My ex is claiming he kidnapped me."

They didn't reply, only exchanged confused looks.

"They got J.!" I repeated. Sammie placed a warning hand on my back, and I struggled to calm myself. "We were up near New Hope. My ex tracked us down. The police arrested J."

I heard Case suck in his teeth and I knew I was getting through to them. "I know he was in prison. So does my ex. If he gets there before I do, he's going to file false charges. He has money. He has lawyers and cops on his side. The only thing that will save J. is if I get there first."

"You're gonna stand for him?" Teach rumbled.

I was taken aback. "Of course I am."

"What're you gonna say?"

"That's it's not true. That we were there together. That it was mutual. That," I gulped. "That I love him."

The old man slid out from his perch behind the counter. I was so focused on his face that I didn't feel his hand until he slid it into mine. "You're his girl," he nodded.

It wasn't a question but I answered anyway. "I'm his girl."

"Listen up!" he shouted. Case and Crash stepped into the store. I heard heavy footfalls, and then the battered forms of MacDougal and Doctor D. appeared.

"You're all here?" I marveled.

"Been on lockdown." Case mumbled. "Since the fight."

"Since J. disappeared." Mac grumbled, and everyone turned in surprise to hear his voice.

"Five minutes," Teach announced. "Get your gear and be ready."

"Where're we ridin'?" Case asked.

Teach turned to me. "Emmy'll lead the way."

Chapter 35.

J.