To wish he’d pull me in close and kiss me.
Lay claim to me.
“No worries about that.Keeping you safe is what matters.My sister said you needed to make a call.”
“It’s only that I didn’t call my boss and tell her I was skipping town.I wouldn’t want her to worry or report me missing.”
“I’ll reach out to Big Daddy.Make sure you’re covered.”
“Thank you.”
“Is there anyone else you need to contact?Family?”
“No.I don’t have anyone.”I’ve been on my own for a long time.My mother lost custody of me after my brother passed away and I went to a group home.
“All right.If you don’t need anything else, I’ll let you get settled.If something comes up, just find one of my guys and they’ll let me know.”
“You will hardly know I’m here.”
“Seriously doubt that.”He starts toward the door.
“Woods?”
“Yeah?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were married?”
“You didn’t ask.”
He’s got me there.
“Does she know?”
He smiles at me, but it’s a sad smile as he takes a step toward me.I should push him away and scream at him he’s a liar and a cheat, but mostly I don’t want him to walk out of this room and go back to his wife.
He runs a finger along my jaw and a shiver passes through me as I close my eyes and allow myself to pretend that he doesn’t belong to someone else.That I don’t have a husband.
“That I fucked someone, or that I fucked you?”
“Me.That you fucked me.”
“I didn’t fuck you, butterfly,” he says all deep yet raspy, his breath fanning over my lips he’s so close.
I want to ask him what he means by that, but he stops short of giving in to what we both want and walks away without another word or glance back.
Tears burn at the backs of my eyelids.
I close the door and go upstairs to grab the clothes and cleaning stuff I rounded up earlier.
Madz is going into her room, followed by one of the club brothers.I think his name is Shaggy and I’m guessing his hair is what earned him his name.Thick, wavy brown hair that reaches his shoulders that could benefit from a brush and some conditioner.
I wonder if Madz has a choice in who she sleeps with or is she expected to accept the attention of any man with a Kings of Anarchy patch on his back.I don’t hold any judgement, but I don’t think I could do what she does.How did a nice and gorgeous girl like her end up here?Not that there is anything wrong with here.
I know what landed me here.I could have worst prospects.I could be gagged, blindfolded, and locked in a trunk or, even worse, tied to a chair being tortured by the cartel.
“You’re kind of lucky.”Low grins at me as she climbs into the driver’s side of the vintage Chevrolet pickup.
“How do you figure that?”
