Free Rebels (Nomad Devils Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Carmen Faye Page B

and panic was the attack. It was in her head. These were the words she repeated to herself as she made her way into the bathroom. A hot shower would help her relax. Clear her head. She had to think straight.
     
    Before she turned on the water she went to make sure the locks on her door were bolted. They were. That relieved her somewhat. It allowed her to make her way to the shower and hop in with little worry.
     
    Standing under the scalding water helped to relax her somewhat, but everything inside of her told her that something bad was going on. She just didn’t know what that meant. Fuller scrubbed her body and wished she could remember her dream. Maybe it had given her a clue of what she was afraid of.
     
    Death.
     
    It was as simple as that. Ever since she’d met with Wallaby, she’d been afraid of someone killing her. She was afraid to go to work. When Logan looked in her direction she got chills. She was afraid everywhere she was.
     
    She’d even been putting off Hudson’s advances. He wasn’t taking it personally, thank God, but she was rejecting anything personal between them. She was terrified and nothing and no one made her feel safe.
     
    She’d come here trusting in the good people and not trusting the bad. Now she had no idea who was who anymore. The ones she’d thought were good weren’t and she was fucking the worst one she’d known about. Her world was up in the air and nothing about it made any sense.
     
    Eventually Fuller realized she had to get out of the shower and try to find out what had her so spooked. She began with a clean change of clothes and by starting a pot of coffee. It might be three in the morning, but she was going to need it. The reality was that there was little to no chance that she’d be sleeping anytime soon.
     
    Sitting on the sofa, she longed to call Hudson. To make sure he was okay. But she had no doubt he was. Logan would call if he wasn’t. And if she called him he would be there. And she didn’t need that.
     
    This was something she was going to have to sort through for herself. She needed to decide who she could trust. Besides, having a known criminal visiting her apartment was a surefire way to draw attention to the fact they had some form of relationship. And that was the very last thing she was going to need at the moment.
     
    Instead she sat and started scribbling notes. Fuller worked best by laying her thoughts out on paper. It helped to keep them from being jumbled inside her mind. They became clearer and easier to understand.
     
    Looking back over them worried her all over again. She decided it was a good time to put the ideas away and busy her brain. A TV show or movie would do the trick. She grabbed the remote and sat back on the couch, hoping a good comedy would bring her out of the throes of worry.
     
    That might have happened had her phone not rang. It was Hudson. She knew he wouldn’t call in the middle of the night unless it was urgent. He would assume she was sleeping and he’d never been one to bother her for frivolous reasons.
     
    “Fuller,” she answered after it rang three times. She’d debated letting it go to voicemail and she couldn’t.
     
    “I need to see you,” he had spoken clearly and kept it short. “Twenty minutes.” With that he hung up. Nothing else was needed. She knew where and she knew to go.
     
    The driveway was long and she was getting more anxious by the second. She wondered why there was a need for a late night visit. If he was simply horny, she was going to kill him. Although, it would sort of be her fault for denying him.
     
    He met her at the car and helped her inside. She could tell by his face that this wasn’t a booty call. Something was up and the sinking feeling inside her told her that it was the same thing that had caused her to wake up suddenly.
     
    She walked in and sat down on the sofa. She knew that whatever was coming, she had to be prepared. Whatever he was about to tell her wasn’t going