“How?” I whisper.
“Phantom is our hacker. So when you went missing, I told him to find you and anyone who might want to hurt you. He hacked into some police database, and your name popped up as a victim. He looked into the police report.” He runs his hands across my back.
“How many people know?”
“Most of the club. They were all there when we were getting information and trying to find you. I’m sorry, I should have asked him not to say anything, but I was just trying to find you.”
I let out a sigh before I look at Bear again.
“It’s okay. It was going to come out eventually. You had to do what you had to do to find me,” I reply.
Bear doesn’t respond, and we sit in silence for a bit. With him running his hands through my hair, I start to fall asleep slowly.
“How about we go back, and you can sleep there,” Bear suggests.
“All right,” I reply.
Bear slowly stands before taking my hands and helping me get out of bed. I bite my lip as pain goes down my thigh.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to carry you?” Bear asks.
“I’m okay. Let’s just take it slow,” I reply, grabbing onto his hands.
He puts his arms around my waist and starts walking. I lean my body into his as we head down the hallway.
“Where are we?” I ask as we walk out of the front door.
“We are at Razor’s. First, we took you to the clubhouse, but he didn’t have as many supplies there. When we got you stable enough to move, we brought you here,” Bear says, helping me into the car.
I nod and watch him walk around the car and get in on his side. He picks up his phone and starts typing.
“I’m just letting Pres know that you are all right and awake. Everyone is so worried about you,” he says.
“Really?” I ask, shocked.
I didn’t think many people would be worried about me. I ignored a lot of them and didn’t talk to them. I tried to push them away and do my job.
“Yes, you have made your way into every person’s heart in the club. Everyone loves you.” He grabs my hand.
I stay silent and stare at our hands. I love holding his hand, my hands are so small and his are so big.
“Do… do they know I am talking?” I softly ask.
My palms start to sweat as I get nervous. I am not comfortable enough to talk around them yet, and I don’t want the added pressure of them wanting me to speak.
“No one knows. It’s going to be okay,” he says.
I let out a sigh of relief. Before I can try and respond, Bear turns the car off.
“Ready to go in?” he asks.
I nod and wait for him to walk around to my side. Bear helps me out of his car and guides me toward the front door. I let out a sigh as I lean into his body.
“Welcome home!” people shout when we walk in.
With my back against Bear’s chest, I stand there, surprise written all over my face.
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