Ghost places the laptop on the table and walks over and pulls me gently to his side, kissing the top of my head. My eyes close as I sink into his side. “You deserve to be spoiled, Scarlett. Now I want you to sit your pretty ass down and play with your shit while I put your clothes away.” Ghost steers me towards the couch and hands me the laptop and drawing tablet. He walks away and comes back with a fresh coffee for me.
“Ghost, I can put the other stuff away; you've done too much already.” I go to stand up, but that just makes him growl as he helps me sit back down. He bends his head so he’s eye level with me. If this were anyone else, I would be scared out of my mind, but never with Ghost. My heart races, and my hands get clammy. He’s so close to my lips that if I moved even an inch his lips would be on mine. Lord helpme, but it’s taking everything in me not to close the distance to see if his lips feel just as soft as they look.
A hand on my chin brings my face up to look at Ghost. “Are you with me, babydoll?” I can hear the laughter in his voice, his smile feral, as if he likes the thought of me checking him out. Shit, he just caught me checking him out, and all I want to do is crawl in a hole and hide. “Good, now that I have your attention, your job is to relax—or did you forget that? Let me take care of you. Scarlett. It makes me happy to do so, okay.”
I let my shoulders drop. Knowing he’s not going to let this go. I’m definitely not used to all this special treatment. “Okay, Ghost.”
His smile lights up his entire face, with me agreeing with him. I want to see him smile more. He's always so intense, but I guess that comes with being the VP of The Lost Saints. He leans forward, and I close my eyes, thinking he’s going to kiss me, but then I feel his lips touch my forehead in a feather-light kiss, making me sigh. His lips linger a little longer than normal. But I’m not going to complain. He makes me feel so cherished, like I truly matter.
He pulls back and gets a wicked smile on his face. “Oh, and you have my permission to look at me anytime you want, babydoll — just know I will be doing the same.”
OMG, I can’t believe he called me out for checking him out. Though if you’ve seen the man, you would be doing the same — he is that hot. Add in the fact that he’s a badass biker with a heart of gold, and ya, it really does it for me. My face goes up in flames. I cover my face and can’t help the laugh that comes out. I drop my hands and shake my head, smiling at him. “Teasing isn’t nice, Ghost.”
He just throws his head back, laughing. “Alright, I’ll stop for now, but know when you're all healed up I’m taking your ass on a date. You're mine, Scarlett, and I plan to show you the world. And call meCamden.” With that, he winks at my stunned face and picks up all the bags and heads upstairs to put my things away.
Holy shit, Ghost, or should I say Camden, said I was his and wants to take me out on a date. This is huge, especially in the MC world, because when they claim someone, it’s for life. Lord, these men move fast, but the more that I think about it, I don’t have it in me to care how fast it is. A bubble of excitement runs through me at the thought of going on a date with him. I’m grabbing this with both hands and not letting go. This is truly day one of my new life.
Seven
Scarlett
It's been a couple of weeks since I was rescued, and I've come to live with Camden. He's helped me to heal in ways I truly didn't know I needed help. He held me through the tough days where I cried for the little girl who lost so much, not having the life that I craved. Loving, caring parents that every child should have; to my mom walking out when I needed her the most; to the countless years of abuse that I endured from my father. I didn't just heal those parts of myself. I'm growing into the person I've always wanted to be. I've gained some weight, and my eyes, which held so much pain and sadness, nolonger have a dull look to them. I don't hate looking at myself in the mirror anymore. When I do look in the mirror, I no longer see a broken and abused girl. For the first time in my life, I'm happy and have the hope that my life is turning out the way it should have always been.
Camden growls at me when I tell him how much his support has meant to me. He says it's all me. That I've always had the strength in me to be the person I've always wanted to be. But he's wrong because without him and the help of everyone else, I would still be a broken mess on the living room floor or worse, at the hands of someone much worse than my father. There are still nights when I wake up in a cold sweat because the threat is still out there. My father hasn't made his move yet, and the MC hasn't been able to find him, but I can feel it. I know it's coming, and soon. Desperate people do desperate things for money. I've seen it over the years with his shady dealings. Camden said his time on this earth is running out as he's made no qualms about putting an end to my dad. I know that as a daughter I should feel something, that I wouldn't want that. But after what I've been dealt at his hands, I can't find it in me to care. Does that make me a bad person? Because I know I wasn't the only one who suffered his abuse. I saw firsthand what he used to do with the women he used to bring home.
The day the girls showed up with all my new things, what I didn’t know was Camden had moved all of my stuff into his bedroom, making room in his closet and drawers. I was honestly shocked, to say the least. His excuse was that he could keep an eye on me with my concussion, but under that concern, I saw the smirk he was trying to hide. He thought he was being sneaky, but I saw right through it. I’m honestly not mad about it. Getting to be wrapped in his arms while I sleep is a little slice of heaven, knowing nothing and no one can touch me. So I let him think otherwise. He hasn’t tried anything with me,and I’m grateful and slightly frustrated at the same time. All these feelings are confusing, to say the least. I’m not experienced in anything to do with relationships as my life didn’t have the time for it, so right now I’m going in blind.
“Hey Scarlett, are you about ready to go?” Camden comes inside the bathroom as I clean up my things, looking hot in his jeans that hug his huge legs, with a black shirt that stretches across his well-defined muscles and his cut on top.
Today is the first day I’m venturing out of the house, and when Camden asked what I wanted to do, I told him I wanted to cut my hair, so that’s where we are heading, and I’m super excited.
I turn around and smile. “I’m ready.”
He walks over, stands above me, and pushes my hair behind my ears, making my body shiver from such a small touch. “You look beautiful, babydoll. Once we are done with your hair appointment, I’m taking you out on our date. Are you up for that?”
He always makes sure that I’m okay with everything, always looking out for my needs. Though I’m scared out of my mind of doing something wrong and ruining it, I’m so ready to see where this is going. “Yeah. I would love that.”
He leans down and places his lips on my forehead, making me sigh. Pulling back, he winks at me and takes my hand, leading me out of the room and down the stairs. I grab my purse and phone off the table and see Crow standing at the door. “Oh, hey Crow.”
“Hey Tink, how are you feeling? I hope you don’t mind my tagging along with you guys. I could use a break from the computer.”
I look at Camden and then Crow to see them waiting for me to say something. I have a feeling this is for added protection and not because Crow needs a break. “I’m doing good, and I don’t mind if you come along.” Both of their shoulders visibly relax as Crow opens the frontdoor and we head outside, heading towards the bikes. I haven’t been on his bike yet, and I’m a little nervous. Camden pulls out a leather jacket and helps me into it, along with a helmet of my own.
He looks at me and smiles. “Fuckin cute.” He lifts me up and places me on the back of the bike. He gets on in front of me and turns his head. “Scoot all the way down and wrap your arms around me. I will go slow for your first time.” With that, he winks at me and starts up the bike, the vibration doing something to me. Before I know it, we pull out of the compound and head towards town. The moment we hit the open road and he takes off, I squeal and hold on tighter. I open my eyes, seeing the town pass us by, and my body finally relaxes its hold on Camden. I can really see why they love this so much; it’s so freeing. Ten minutes later, we pull up at Kira’s Hair Sanctuary. Grandma Silvia said I just had to come here, that the owner Kira was a godsend at doing hair. Camden shuts the bike off and slides off, and lifts me into the air. As soon as my feet hit the sidewalk, my legs almost give out on me.
He chuckles deeply while helping me out of my helmet. “You good, babydoll? How was your first ride?”
“Yeah, my legs are all shaky, but that was so freeing. I can see why you guys like to ride.”
He smiles at me, pushing my windblown hair out of my face. “I’m glad. Come on, let's get you inside.” Camden takes my hand, and I can feel Crow at my back as we walk inside.
I can see why Grandma Silvia loves it here and raves about her hair appointments. It literally feels like you're walking into a spa. It's so calm and inviting. I watch as a woman who's around my age walks towards us with a smile on her face.
“Hi, welcome to Kira’s Hair Sanctuary. I’m Kira, and you must be the Scarlett that I’ve heard so much about. Grandma Silvia talks about you all the time. I feel like I already know you.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Same Grandma Silvia can’t stop raving about you.”
Kira laughs with me, then she lifts her head, finally noticing Camden and Crow. I watch as her eyes bug out, but I see her eyes linger on Crow a little longer, and Crow hasn’t taken his eyes off her interesting.
