My focus can’t stay on how he made me feel when we woke up yesterday. Not when I’m coming to understand how dangerous he is.
I’ve looked up the Blackhawk Disciples. There isn’t a lot of information about them on the internet, but from some deep and probablyobsessive investigating, I learned a few things about them. From suspected crimes to their support and involvement in the local community.
The church across from the bar speak particularly highly of them. How can everyone think they’re so violent and dangerous yet a church praises them?
His road name, which I’ve also been educated on about MCs, is Nero. I looked that up too, and can confirm he is in fact strong and vigorous like the meaning of the name. There I go again thinking about yesterday.
I can’t put the two sides of him together. Nero the leader of an MC who no doubt does very questionable things and Noah, the man who came to make sure I was okay. The man who held me so I could sleep without being plagued by nightmares. The father to a gorgeous little boy, and friend to Jesse who he genuinely cares about, even if he was an asshole to him that first day.
When he said he didn’t want anyone to know about his son, I thought it was weird. I get it now, after seeing the truth of who he is.
He sent me a text last night that said ‘save this, Cherry’ which made my stomach swoop and my cheeks heat. I mean, I don’t wear anything that smells like cherries, but he seems to have fixated on that and I can’t forget what he came up with it in reference too.
It also helps he listened to me about dad but didn’t try to make me feel better with words I’ve heard a million times before. No one has comforted me quite the way he did.
Oh God. I need to focus on work. At least Shannon said I could still come in. I’ve mastered covering most of the bruising with make-up.
It soon becomes too busy to spend any more time thinking about Noah.
Caitlyn walks me out to my car at the end of my shift. I try to tell her she doesn’t need to, but she pats my arm and says if she was in my shoes, she’d hope for the same. I love that she isn’t being overly sympathetic. Regardless of what Noah thinks, my friends have been there for me.
Dana wanted to stay at the house but I told her no. She spent enough time here after dad. I don’t want to inconvenience her again.
Once I’m locked in the car, I take out my sunglasses because it’s a gorgeous day. A text makes me pause in starting the car.
Noah:
I have sent a couple of guys to your place, don’t panic when you see them
Taylor:
Sent them for what?
Noah:
They’re going to upgrade your security
Taylor:
Noah, you can’t do that
Noah:
Can and am
I try to call but he cuts it off, and another text comes straight away.
Noah:
I’m on the road, Cherry. Just let them add some new locks on the doors and windows I’ll hold off having a whole security system fitted
Taylor:
You’re not doing that.
Taylor:
Why are you doing this?
