But did I want them?
Did I want him to stop touching me?
I shouldn’t feel like this—especially with a man like him—but part of me liked it.
Wanted it.
The buzz and the burn that lit every time he came into my space.
Apparently, I was becoming as reckless as Dereck.
The woods finally broke open to a two-story house nestled in the trees. A second, smaller one sat to the left, the two buildings separated by a few hundred yards.
The larger one was painted powder blue with white trim.
A quaint porch sat out front, decorated with four rocking chairs and a mishmash of potted flowers.
It looked like a granny’s old house rather than a biker’s lair.
But I supposed that lair was hidden at the end of the hall I’d gone running from last night.
Mind-jarring since that felt like a lifetime ago.
Going from the terror that Silas was set on butchering me into pieces to him bringing me to his house after he’d implied that in some way I was important to him.
As a job, I was sure.
I bet I was nothing more than a bargaining chip.
Insurance promising Dereck would fulfill whatever oath he had made to Silas.
I wouldn’t be of any value to him if I were dead, and I wasn’t ignorant enough not to know something else was definitely going on here.
Silas pulled the truck to a stop up near the front and one second later, the screen door blew open.
Elena came barreling out with little Kai in her arms.
Both their faces gleamed with smiles and excitement.
That crater inside my chest that normally only accommodated my dread and worry over my brother expanded in a fit.
Pressing at the vacant places.
An older woman shuffled out behind them. Short and plump with those same sage eyes threaded with blues and browns shining with something that looked a whole lot like mischief.
“And here’s the welcome committee.” Silas muttered it with affectionate irritation.
I chewed at my bottom lip. “I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”
I mean, was I really supposed to stay here? With them?
“I thought we already discussed this?”
If he meant growling at me exactly what was going to happen, then I guess he could consider it adiscussion.
At least he’d said ‘please’.
“I still don’t know what I’m doing here.”
