Page 25 of Iceman (Speed Demons MC Virginia #2)

Going to his contacts, I looked for Colt’s name and clicked on the number before pressing the speakerphone icon, all while trying to keep my panicked breaths steady.

The phone didn’t even have time to ring before the call clicked open, and a deep voice muttered, “Already on it. I got the security breach notification, too.”

“It’s Saint. Umm... Saint McClure?” My voice faltered because I didn’t quite know what to say. “Jacob told me to call you.”

“Hey, Saint,” he replied. “I’m Colt, Iceman’s MC brother, and I’m also an FBI agent. I’ve got eyes on your house, and I’m locking in and pulling up the cameras now to get more information. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed in a low voice. “Nothing happened to us directly. I’m more worried about Jaco—Umm... Iceman. He’s gone down there alone with a gun.”

“Ice knows what he’s doin’, sweetheart. Don’t worry about him, you’ve got one of the best at your back. Feel me?”

“Yeah,” I replied quietly, taking in the tapping sounds in the background as Colt typed on a keyboard. “I know.”

“He’s on the ground floor now. The intruder’s in your backyard. He can’t get inside the house, so don’t worry.” Colt paused, then said, “I’m a huge fan. My ol’ lady, Freya, loves “Empty.” It’s one of her favorite songs. She makes me listen to it on a loop in the car.”

I bit my lip nervously.

The last thing I wanted to do was talk about music, but I didn’t want to seem churlish toward one of Jacob’s friends, so I muttered, “Thanks.” Keeping my eyes glued to the screen, I tried to focus. “I don’t want to come across as rude, Colt, but right now, all I care about is Jacob’s safety.”

He chuckled softly down the line. “I know, sweetheart. Just trying to keep your mind off what’s goin’ on.”

“What do I do now?” I asked, feeling utterly helpless. “Is there something I can do to help Jacob? I’m not the damsel in distress type, but I don’t want to get in his way.”

“Yeah, Saint,” he replied gently. “You can stay put. Ice can’t concentrate on taking down a perp if he’s worried about where you are. I’ve got eyes on him, and our VP, Blade, is guiding him over comms. We’ll get him through it. The most helpful thing you can do is stay safe and keep out of sight.”

I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “You guys are like the A-Team or something. ”

Colt chuckled. “Yeah, I guess we are. Though none of us have been taken to military court for a crime we didn’t commit.”

“I always wondered what it was they were supposed to have done,” I mused, starting to pace.

“They were accused of robbing a bank during a covert operation in the Vietnam War,” he stated.

I stopped dead. “Oh”

“They were cleared of all charges by the end of the last series,” Colt went on. “They were exonerated, got honorary discharges, back pay, and apologies.”

“Wow,” I breathed. “You know a lot about the A-Team.”

“Used to watch the reruns when I was a kid,” he informed me. “If a subject interests me, I find out everything I can about it.”

“Are you on the spectrum?” I asked bluntly.

Colt chuckled before muttering a wry, “Probably. I obsess about a lot of shit.”

“Yeah,” I concurred. “Me too.” I paused briefly before asking, “Is Jake doing okay?”

“So far, so good,” Colt assured me. “He’s already slipped outside, and he’s got the jump on the intruder. Won’t be long now.”

The dragging minutes seemed like hours. I paced the room, biting my lip until it stung. Every second that ticked by increased my anxiety, and every slight noise made me jump until my nerves frayed like unraveling cotton.

After what seemed like an eternity, Colt’s voice murmured, “It’s clear. Iceman’s apprehended the perp, and the cops are on the scene.”

My shoulders slumped. “Thank God. Is he okay?”

Colt laughed softly. “He’s fine. Dunno about the intruder, though. Iceman’s trussed him up like a Thanksgiving turkey.”

I couldn’t help laughing at Colt’s description .

“You feeling okay?” he asked gently.

“Yeah,” I said earnestly. “Thanks.”

“Stay put a bit longer,” he advised. “Ice will be up to get you soon. The cops will probably want to take a statement from you both. I’ll call my contact at LAPD and make sure they look after you.”

I sighed my relief and murmured, “Thanks again.”

“Make sure you get Ice to bring you for a visit soon. Freya’s gonna be jealous as hell when she finds out I met you before she did, and she won’t break my balls if I tell her she’ll get to meet you soon.

I’ll let you go now. Tell Ice to call Prez with an update when the cops go, and you take care, Saint,” he ordered before the call clicked out.

I sank down on the bed, tossed the phone on the mattress beside me, and dropped my head into my hands.

My thoughts immediately went to Jacob, and I wondered if he’d caught the person he’d been hired to protect me from.

Weirdly, my stomach twisted at the thought.

I mean, sure, I wanted my life back. The notion of being able to walk down the street without having to take security made my fears fall away for the first time in weeks.

But I couldn’t stop my inner voice whispering, What about Jacob?

If he’d caught the man who’d been tormenting me, the job would be over, and he’d have to leave.

During one of our many ‘get to know you’ sessions, we’d talked about his work and how one minute he could be protecting a diplomat or an actor, and the next, jetting off to a different country to mount a rescue.

I was about to head to New York with the band to record the album, and I’d be there for a while, so there was no doubt we’d be separated.

The last time me and Jacob walked away from each other, everything imploded. I knew there were extenuating circumstances surrounding what happened, but it showed me that nothing in life was guaranteed.

I’d jumped head-first into Jacob in a way where I knew there was no going back, and I knew deep down in my bones that losing him again would ruin me.