“I just… Dante came here looking for you a few days ago again. I didn’t tell him anything, but I’m worried. I think he’s having me followed.”
Pinching my eyes closed, I let out a whoosh of my breath before I open them again. “He’s here, Heidi. But I’m safe.”
“Your man, he’s got you?”
“My man?” I ask.
She lets out a snort, then clears her throat a few times before she sighs heavily. “The guy you left North Carolina for. Don’t even act like you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about.”
I do know what she’s talking about, because that beautiful man made me come more than once last night.
“He’s got me,” I state.
“Maybe I should come down there—keep you company. Be an extra person around, just in case.”
I love that she says that, that she’s offering it because I believe that she would indeed fly all the way here just to be my protector. Heidi is my best friend. I would do the same for her.
“No,” I call out. “Maybe take a vacation?” I ask. “A tropical one.”
“You want me to go to a beach?” she asks. “The mountains would be better.”
And then she ends the call. Oh my god, she’s going to come here. I just know it. I should laugh, but I don’t. Maybe she would do well in Thunder Rock. If anyone could get the Vicious Reapers organized and keep them in line, it would be Heidi. And I would love to watch it all happen.
I make my way back into the kitchen, add some creamer to my coffee, and take both my Greek yogurt bowl and my coffee to the small dining room table, where I sink down on the chair and shift my gaze from the window to the wood of the table.
It’s not new, a used piece I found when I was out shopping for furniture, but it’s solid and timeless, which is why I chose it. I’ll take something a little beat up as long as it’s solid and everlasting.
My mind drifts as I sit at the table, and I can’t help but wonder what the fuck the next few weeks are going to bring. I’m not sure what to expect at this point. Dante has found me, or at least he knows my general whereabouts, which means finding me personally won’t take long. I’m under the protection of the club, of the Vicious Reapers and Axton.
I should be safe.
But how come I only feel that warmth and safety when I’m in Axton’s arms?
Lifting my foot to the chair, I rest my cheek against my knee as I look out at the city’s buildings through my window. Dante is out there somewhere, no doubt plotting my death. He doesn’t want me to talk, and he’s going to make it permanent. Of that I’m certain. So damn certain.
Leaving my half-drunk coffee and my half-eaten bowl of yogurt on the table, I make my way toward the bathroom and start the shower. I let the water warm up. I don’t know what the hell is going to happen, but I do know that nothing is going to happen without a hot shower first.
So that’s what I’m going to do.
PIGGY
Leaving Millie this morning was the last thing I wanted, but I needed to get back to Thunder Rock and talk to Bullet. I’m not sure how I’m going to bring this to him. I’ve promised Millie round-the-clock security, and as much as I want to come through with that promise, I have a feeling I’ve just overcommitted the club and myself.
As I ride up to the clubhouse gate, I lift my hand, motioning for the prospect to open it. Thankfully, he does so with little delay. It doesn’t take me long to get to the front doors, and I notice that Bullet’s bike is in its spot, which is a boon for me because I can talk to him now instead of attempting to track him down.
I park my bike, throw my leg over the side, and move toward the door, tugging it open to slip inside. The music is playing, but it’s not loud yet. The night is still young, and we aren’t drunk and shouting, unable to control our volume yet. Give it a few hours.
I make my way toward the dark hallway and rap my knuckles against the office door. I know he’s inside. I can see the light on.But I’m not one to barge in, even if I want to. I mean, I would have to be seriously pissed if I did something like that, and I’m not… at least not yet.
I might be later.
Depending on how this meeting goes.
“C’mon in,” Bullet calls out.
I open the door and slip inside, but quickly close it behind me. I don’t lock it. There’s no need. Nobody will just walk in, especially with me being in here. Moving toward the center of the room, I don’t sit down but stand across from his desk instead.
Slowly, Bullet lifts his head, his eyes finding mine, and I watch as his brow arches in what I assume is a question. Clearing my throat, I rock back on my heels, then shake my head once before I speak.
