CHAPTER NINETEEN
The dream starts off like all the others I’d been having since the assault. But it’s been weeks since the last one, and this time, Caleb is chasing me through a labyrinth of corridors and I’m finding it harder and harder to get away. His face morphing from the handsome man I used to know and love to a twisted, evil monster…
I gasp, sitting up in bed, sweat beading on my brow, the dream was so real; I felt like screaming in fright. Realizing I was completely alone in the room, I turn my head and find Chains’ side of the bed empty and cold, and see that yes, he’s definitely not there. I listen for any movement in the bathroom. Nothing. He’s not here. Son of a bitch!
Taking a deep, calming breath, I sit up and drop my legs over the side of the bed, intending to get up. Wanting desperately to return to Lexie’s house, but knowing I can’t since Caleb has found out where I am. I don’t want to put Lexie and the rest of the DCMC in any more danger than they already were.
Padding barefoot into the bathroom, I slip out of the T-shirt Chains gave me last night, stepping into the shower stall. Taking a quick shower, I refuse to go where my brain so obviously wants to take me. Back to last night, and the things that happened between Chains and me right here in this shower. The things I let him do to me.
Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I finish showering, and pad naked back into the bedroom. I need to get my things from Lexie’s place, but until then, I’ll have to wear Chains’ clothes, or at least his T-shirts. I grab one from the drawer, a gray colored one that has the club’s name and logo on it, and slip it on.
I turn around and notice a stack of clothes on the bed. Someone must’ve been here, and I can’t help but narrow my eyes.
Rummaging through them, I roll my eyes when I see the skimpy clothes, and can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. Did he really think that I was going to wear something belonging to a club girl? Shaking my head, I come across a pair of Daisy Dukes, they’re the most appropriate out of the lot, and I can hardly leave this room dressed just in a T-shirt, so I slip them on, which are a little tight over the hips and butt, which is saying something since I lost so much weight over the months I’d been in a coma. But I get them buttoned up.
I wonder where Chains has gone to and force down the negative thoughts his absence brings about. He brought me back to the clubhouse last night after my asshole ex threw a rock through the living room window, he wouldn’t just leave me here and continue on with his life. Not after what we shared last night. Would he?
Before I went downstairs looking for Chains, I quickly dialled my father’s number. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve heard from him, and I’ve been missing him something fierce. I wait for him to answer, but the phone rings out, and the answering machine turns on. I leave a quick message, telling him to call me as soon as possible. Slipping the phone in the back pocket of my jeans’ shorts, I finally leave the room. Hearing voices, I follow and what meets my eyes leaves me stunned speechless.
Chains and a beautiful blonde are in a clinch, his hand is on her wrist, hers is wrapped around his hip. My heart is being torn apart as they both appear, ready for an intense kiss. The woman smiles almost triumphantly when she spies me standing there, placing her hands on Chains’ chest. It’s then I know what I’m seeing is not what it seems. I want nothing more than to run away, but I force my feet to remain planted to the spot until he turns his head and sees me standing there. His eyes traverse the length of me, stopping on the daisy dukes I’m wearing, and the length of my legs that are uncovered.
“Little one, what are you wearing?” he growls.
That’s all he has to say? Really? He’s still standing there, the other woman practically wrapped around him, with her hands on him no less, and he has the audacity to ask me that?
Suddenly, I hear a faint meow coming from Chains cut. I can see Mr Boots head peeking out, and I can’t help but smile. Going up to him, I grab the tiny kitten from his vest and bring him to my chest, loving the feel of his soft fur and the way he purrs contently.
Without a word, I turn on my heel and head for the kitchen. It’s been a while since I’ve been at the clubhouse, but not that long that I’ve forgotten where everything is. Ignoring Chains calling out for me to stop, I enter the kitchen, busy myself in looking for a small bowl. Once I find it, I pour a little milk and lower the bowl and Mr Boots to the floor, petting him as he drinks. I crouch down just as Chains enters, with the woman on his heels.
“Sin, leave me the fuck alone. I told you I wasn’t interested, now get,” he tells the other woman. She huffs, dissatisfied with the outcome, sending me a dark look before she storms away. Very mature.
“You didn’t answer me, little one.” Chains says, standing with his feet apart, and his arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest. The ink on his tanned arms sexy as all get out.
“I didn’t think that I had to.” I reply without even looking at him. “You were busy with whatever that was,” I motion towards the door when the other woman had stood not a minute ago, “and I didn’t want to intrude.”
“Look at me,” he demands low in his throat. Taking a deep breath, I reluctantly lift my head, his blue eyes blazing a heat I hadn’t seen in them since last night.
“Do you honestly think I’d be with another woman after what we shared last night?” he demands.
I shrug, going for indifference, though I’m feeling anything but. “I don’t know what you would or wouldn’t do, to be honest. You are a biker, after all. You live by your own rules, you don’t get tied down unless you take an ol’ lady, of which I certainly am not.”
“Who says you’re not?” he counters.
My eyes go wide, trying to figure out what he’s saying, instead of just coming right out and asking him. I open my mouth, but then almost immediately close it, unable to give him an answer. Because I really don’t know what to say.
“Make no mistake, you are mine, and you’ve always been mine. Even when we weren’t together.”
I snort, unable to believe his words. “Yeah right. Is that why you sent me that break up text then blocked me? Ghosting me for years? Was I yours then, when you were putting your dick inside all and sundry?” I shoot back.
Pain etched on his handsome face; my heart constricting every time I look at him. I wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and beg him never to let me go. But of course, I don’t do that, remaining crouched on the floor.
“And that gave you the right to shack up with my best friend?” He demands. “How long are you going to punish me for something a young boy of twenty did all those years ago?”
I shoot up to my feet, my green eyes blazing emerald fire. How dare he blame me for ending up with Caleb? A man who was there for me when Bodie wasn’t.
“I’m not punishing you. I’m just stating facts.” I yell back at him.
“Well, here’s a fact for you,” he replies huskily, and before I’m aware of his intentions, he’s on me, pushing me back against the kitchen counter, his lips crashing down on mine. I fight, pushing futilely at his shoulders, but they just won’t budge.
Then I melt into him, deepening the kiss to the point I was ready to have him take me right there in the kitchen. Suddenly, he growls out in pain and confusion, and we break apart. I look around, not understanding what’s going on, until I see Mr Boots climbing his leg like it’s a tree, his tiny needle like claws sticking into Chains skin through his jeans.
It’s then a giggle breaks free, and soon it’s a full-blown laugh, our moment of passion completely forgotten. I’m shocked at how gently he unlatches the kitten from his leg, bringing him against his broad chest.
“You and I are going to have a little chat about not interrupting when I’m trying to kiss your mommy,” he whispers to the kitten, and my heart melts even further.
Seeing the big badass biker interacting with such a tiny animal made me want to throw caution to the wind and lower my walls, bringing him into me. Just then, more of the men return from wherever they were, and I can hear Kick call out
“Church.”
“We’ll continue this later. Have some breakfast, little one, then I’ll take you to pick up your shit from Lexie’s place,” Chain”s eyes held promise in them, as he hands Mr Boots back to me, kissing me on the forehead before leaving the kitchen.
Cuddling the little fur ball against me, I move around the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee and toasting some bread.
Happy not to have any contact with the club girls, I quickly take Mr. Boots and my breakfast to Chains room. Taking a bite of my toast and a sip of coffee, I dial my father’s number again, a morose feeling of dread overcoming me when he again doesn’t answer. I’ll try again later today. He’s probably just busy? I could try my mother, but we’ve not been on good terms since I took over dad’s business. And besides, not once did she come to visit me while I was in the hospital? I won’t be the first one to break the ice. Fuck that.
For the rest of the morning, I busy myself with checking my social media and contacting my second in charge, who I left to look after things while I was here. After a lengthy phone conversation, I found out he’s been holding down the fort exceptionally well, and I was happy for him to remain in that position a little while longer.
But thoughts of my father were in my mind the whole time, and I was just praying that he was alright.