I can barely breathe as I open the card.
Don’t get too comfortable.
I’ll be coming for you soon.
Two lines. Two sentences.
That’s all it takes for my entire world to collapse around me.
He knows.
Sylvester knows.
He knows where I am. He has Stan’s address.
It’s only a matter of time before he shows up here and demands that I go back to Phoenix with him. I won’t do it. I would rather die.
But that doesn’t mean he can’t try to make my life a living hell. Isn’t it already?
The fear I’ve been battling comes roaring back and sinks its claws into me. It feels like I can’t breathe as I stumble to Dolly’s car without even realizing what I’m doing.
I should run. I should pack everything and make a break for it.
But that’s not what I do as I pull the giant boat of a car out of Stan’s driveway and head toward the one person who has made me feel safe while promising to protect me. I don’t know why, and my thoughts are swirling too much for me to try and figure it out.
I just know that the only place where I have a chance to feel like I can breathe again is in Turner’s arms.
Hopefully, I’m not making a huge mistake.
CHAPTER 12
SNAKE
My phone rings just as I’m cleaning up my hands, more than ready for this day to be done. It’s been hell trying to concentrate because my mind keeps wandering to how good it felt to have Graycie in my arms last night, the way her body pressed against my back as we rode along with the wind, and the taste of her moan as her body melted into me. I can still almost feel the press of her lips against mine.
I’ve felt like a fucking addict all day just waiting for my next fix. And I’ve been kicking myself for not making plans with her last night before I let her slip back into her apartment. I should have. I fucking should have.
“Moron,” I berate myself under my breath, again, before I answer the phone when I see it’s Ryker calling me. “Prez, what’s up?”
“Uh,” Ryker’s voice is hesitant and quiet, two things which are not at all normal for the man in question. It has me on high alert. “You done for the day?”
“Yeah,” I grunt, “I was just about to clock out and head over to Graycie’s place. We didn’t make plans or anything, but I need to see her.”
I don’t give a fuck if I’m giving the man ammunition. I need to see her and I’m sure as fuck not going to apologize for it.
Why should I?
“About that,” he starts and the hair on the back of my neck stands on edge. “You should just head to the clubhouse first. Now,” there’s a plea in his voice and I think I hear what might be a sniffle in the background on the other end of the line.
“What the fuck is going on?” My words are a demand, and I don’t give a fuck whether I am talking to my MC president or not.
Something is wrong. I can feel it.
“About five minutes ago, your girl came up to the gate and was let into the compound. When she walked inside, she had tears in her eyes while looking around for you. I was at the bar when she came in, and I asked her what’s going on.” His voice drops a littlelower, “She won’t tell me why she’s freaked out, but I promised I would call you and let you know she’s here.”
“I’m on my way,” I bark out the words a little too loudly considering Sidewinder looks up from where he’s bent over the rust bucket that finally arrived.
“I don’t know what to do with a crying woman,” he mutters, “even if she is trying to hold it all together.” There’s pride in his voice as he adds, “Your woman is strong.”
