Chapter 47
RAZOR
Ihave no words. Not that they come easily to me anyway, but as I hold Sunday close to me, my arms circling her, my muscles flex and I lower my head, inhaling her scent as if I need confirmation she is really here.
“Razor.”
She sobs in my arms as we speed off to the Angel’s mansion.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
Her sobs against my chest are undeserved because of the way I treated her.
“I’m sorry, darlin’.”
My apology is long overdue, and I back it up with a soft, “I lied to you.”
She pulls away, anxiety lining her face. Reaching out, I stroke her pretty face and whisper, “I lied to you back home. I want more. I should never have let you leave.”
She makes to speak, the tears almost spilling onto her cheeks, and I press my finger against her lips and say huskily, “Hear me out.”
She nods, her anxious expression, killing me inside.
“It destroyed me when you left. I couldn’t handle it. There was so much I should have done and said to get you to stay, and I took the coward’s way out. I believed I was doing what was right—for you.”
I exhale deeply. “I am right for you, and you are right for me. I’m the asshole who thought otherwise, and I will never forgive myself for putting you through this when you should have been safe with me all this time.”
She says nothing, merely leaning forward and pressing her soft lips against mine, a homecoming of the most pleasurable kind and as I wrap my hand around the back of her head and pull her in deeper, words can wait, this kiss will do all the talking for me.
It’s as if the past months never happened, and we kiss as if we did it yesterday. Her familiar touch, scent, and body against mine. It’s all I’ve ever wanted—will ever want in the future.
All I can think about now is her. She fills my mind; then again, she always did. I can’t believe she’s with me now, in my arms and happy to be here. At least it seems that way. She may still be angry with me, and I wouldn’t blame her.
When she pulls away, her expression dispels that theory as she whispers, “Thank you for coming for me, honey. It appears that I can’t operate without you.”
“You got that right.”
I raise my eyes, and a flicker of rage tightens my smile, and I growl, “My one regret is that I didn’t dispose of that fucker myself.”
“What will happen to him?”
Her eyes are wide, and I grin. “The plan was to save you and get you away from the scene to safety and then leave that creep to figure out what just happened. He won’t know who took you and will be angry as hell.
I’m guessing he’ll pull out all the stops to discover what happened and where you are. ”
“But my father.”
Fear clouds her eyes, and I reassure her.
“Is under the protection of an organization he would be a fool to mess with.”
“Is he safe?”
“Of course. In fact, we are heading to their clubhouse now. Ryder and Snake are being assisted by The Wild Angels MC. I understand they intend on staging an intervention when Santiago leaves for home.”
“He deserves it.”
She shivers, her lip curled in disgust.
“He murdered a woman in front of my eyes before we left for the gala. He tortured her, made her his slave, and intended for me to replace her when we returned home. The word monster is too good for him. I hope he suffers a horrific death.”
I blow out a deep breath. “Fuck.”
I hate that I let her down. By letting her leave without declaring my feelings for her, and this can’t wait another moment.
I grip her sweet face between my hands and stare into her eyes and say with purpose, “I love you, Sunday. I loved you from the moment your eyes connected with mine across the bar the first time we met. I never stopped loving you. Every minute, every second we were together, I cherished deep in my heart, keeping my emotions checked, refusing to let them out. But they burned deep inside me, and the fire only got hotter when you left. I couldn’t sleep, eat, or operate, knowing you weren’t by my side, and when Ryder told me you didn’t report in, I was heading to Maine the next day. ”
“You were?”
Her shock is evident, and I can’t resist kissing those sweet lips, and I never will because it appears this asshole has realized what is most important in his life.
Kissing Sunday, knowing she is safe, takes on new meaning. For the first time since I met her, I am planning a lifetime of memories with her. To make it up, to be better, and worship the ground she walks on, if she’ll have me.
The car comes to a stop before I can ask, and as we pull apart, she whispers nervously, “Where are we?”
“Paradise.”
I wink, and her sweet grin causes me to squeeze her hand hard, reluctant to let her go even for a second.
The door is open, and Sunday’s eyes widen when a biker peers in, his face covered by a skeleton mask.
He steps back, and we exit the black SUV and without a word, he jumps into the driver’s seat and heads off down the driveway.
“What the fuck?”
Sunday blinks at the huge white mansion, now floodlit before us, and I chuckle softly.
“Don’t ask me any questions because I have no answers. Just enjoy the ride, knowing we’re out of here in the morning and will probably never be back.”
I lead her around the mansion toward the guest house, and she grips my hand so tightly I love how it hurts.
“You say they’re an MC club.”
“Not like any other, for sure.”
“Where is everyone?”
“Who the fuck knows, but they’re here somewhere.”
“You haven’t met them?”
“Five members, six if you count the driver, but I wouldn’t be able to identify any one of them.”
“But they live like billionaires, not bikers.”
“It appears so.”
We reach the guest house, and as we step inside, Sunday glances around with admiration. “I’ve never seen such decadence in a freaking entrance hall before. I can only imagine what the main house is like.”
“I doubt we’ll get that privilege, darlin, but the most important thing right now is getting you naked and tucked up safely in bed. The rest we can figure out as we go along.”
Her happy smile is worth more than gold, my health, and my life because I’ve concluded that loving someone means you put their needs way above any you may have.
My past almost wrecked my future, and Sunday deserves to hear why.
But not now. We will have that conversation later because right now, all that matters is keeping that smile on her pretty face, whatever it takes.