While I jumped on my bike to follow Jane, Sloane and Gunner took off to the clubhouse to grab the kids and sneak them out the back of the property. I tore out of the parking lot, not questioning if the kids would be ok. Gunner will lay down his life for them, as will Sloane. No, they are fine. It’s their mom I’m worried about.
I needed to get to my girl. I needed her to know that I’m here.
It took our lawyer twenty-five minutes to get to us, and another twenty for them to let him back.
As I wait for them to come out, I feel as if I’m going to crawl out of my skin.
I run my hand over my face.
This is our worst nightmare come to life.
Maybe Tanner was right. Maybe we should have ran when we had the chance. I could have taken them to Boston to hide out. Smoke’s brother, Ghost, would have taken us in without a second thought. We could have ran to any of our chapters throughout the states, and they would have helped, but I didn’t.
I was fucking selfish.
I wanted to stay here and fight this on my own turf with my brothers behind me.
I run my hands through my hair and look up at the clock again. I can feel the receptionist working behind the glasslooking at me, but I don’t pay her any attention. Her sympathy is the last fucking thing I need right now.
The sound of a buzzer has me shooting up. Turning toward the door that separates the waiting area from the holding area, I hold my breath. When I see Jackson with Jane right behind him, relief fills me.
“Jane…” I breathe out.
She pushes past the lawyer and slams into me. Wrapping my arms around her, I lift her, making her wrap her legs around my waist.
“A mhuirnín,” I murmur against her ear.
Jane’s whole body shudders against me.
“You’re okay,” I tell her as I squeeze her tight.
Jackson clears his throat. “We should get out of here before they find a new reason to keep us here.”
Reluctantly, Jane and I pull apart, and that’s when I see it—the angry red handprint around her neck.
“What the fuck happened?” I hiss.
“Where are the kids?” she asks at the same time.
“Not here, you guys,” Jackson reminds us.
“Come on.” I grab her hand and pull her toward the door.
“Thank you. Seriously, I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you,” Jane tells Jackson.
“Don’t worry about it. Mac, call me if you need me,” he says before he moves toward his car as I come to a stop next to my bike.
I grab the helmet off my handlebars and put it on her head. After making a few adjustments, it fits well enough.
I’ll have to buy her one that’s just for her, but in the meantime, this will do. I didn’t even think to grab my spare for her when I tore off. It doesn’t matter. It’s a quick ride back to the clubhouse, where everyone will be waiting.
“What about you?” she asks as I get onto my bike.
“I’ll be fine.” I hold out my hand. “Get on.”
Jane’s hand slips into mine, and she gets on behind me. After reminding her where to put her feet and she’s tightly wrapped around me, I turn the bike on and take off.
As fucked up as it is, I love the feeling of her body pressed up against mine. I just wish it were under different circumstances.
