Her eyes are wide, scared — but underneath the fear, there’s trust.
Trust in me.
“Riot?”she whispers.
I tuck the phone away and step forward, pulling her gently into my arms.Not too tight.Just enough that she feels anchored.
“Grab what you need,” I murmur against her hair.“We’re movin’ again.”
Her fingers curl into my shirt.“Riot what if they’re coming for me again?Why?”
I pull back just enough to meet her eyes.“They are,” I tell her the truth, voice low and lethal.“But they’re gonna find me instead.”
Because they can wipe her memories clean, but they can’t erase what I feel for her.
And they’ll die before they get close enough to try again.
Fourteen
Kelly
Pieces of my life are returning in flashes and every one of the good ones leads back to him.
Riot moves through the safe house with a quiet, terrifying intensity.The same kind of stillness found in predatory animals right before they strike.He checks the windows.The locks.The cameras.The hallways.
Twice.
His jaw is set, his shoulders tight, and his hand hovers near the gun holstered at his hip with a familiarity that somehow doesn’t scare me.
Nothing about him scares me.
That might be the scariest part.
“We’re movin’ again,” he states, voice rough, eyes locked on the window as if the shadows might answer back.
I wrap my arms around myself, trying to stop the trembling in my fingers.“Mellow said they saw someone near the highway?”I ask quietly.
He nods once.“Yeah.”
“Following us?”
“Maybe.”His jaw flexes.“Or maybe just trackin’ anyone connected to the club.Doesn’t matter.I’m not taking chances.”
His words settle in my stomach like heavy stones.
My whole world is shifting too fast.My memories returning too slow.
“Where are we going now?”I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.
“To the compound,” Riot explains.“The deep one.Not the clubhouse.”
I blink.“There’s another?”
“Several,” he deadpans.“Chux likes options.”
His tone is dry, but the tension around his eyes gives him away.He’s choosing his tone carefully not to scare me.He’s trying to be gentle.
A big, tattooed, brooding biker man trying to be gentle.
