Chapter Three #3
“They’re staring at you, babe. In case you missed the memo, you’re sexy as fuck in these black pants that hug your ass. They’re also probably wondering why the fuck a woman who looks like you is sitting in a diner with a biker like me.”
“Sparrow!” The blush that tints her cheeks is adorable.
Before she can say anything else, our coffee is delivered, followed by our breakfast. We eat in comfortable silence, and I make a mental list of questions I want to ask Kierra when we get home.
Something about Sierra isn’t adding up. On the one hand, she seems so innocent and fragile.
But on the other, is a single mom who’s a recovering addict.
It doesn’t make sense because both versions of her are true.
“Finish eating, Birdie. We have a long drive ahead of us.”
“I’m ready,” she says, but her plate is still as full as when she got it.
I guess the nickname Birdie is more fitting than I realized.
I throw a fifty on the table and offer my hand to Sierra.
I help her to her feet, and my heart warms when she links her fingers with mine.
The whole way back to the truck, I try not to think about how right her hand feels in mine.
Long hours later, I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the exit for home.
This trip has been long but also incredibly eye-opening.
Sierra and I spent a couple of hours talking and getting to know each other.
I’m positive there’s something from her past that she isn’t sharing, and that makes me nervous.
The club doesn’t need any more trouble, especially with the shit Hector dropped on us before Viper sent her to rehab.
We’ve been slowly transferring the running of Hector’s guns over to Chavez and the CKs.
Thankfully, he doesn’t care as long as we continue to chaperone the deliveries and keep his merchandise safe.
Thinking of her father, I wonder if she’s ever met the man.
Kierra hadn’t met Hector until he showed up in Miami wanting to trade her to Pinball like some twisted arranged marriage.
If her dad thinks he can pull some shit like that with Sierra, he’ll be in for a rude awakening.
Whether she realizes it or not, she’s going to be mine.
I decided two hours ago when she cried out in her sleep for help.
I nod at Easy, our newest prospect, as I pull through the compound gates.
Fuck, I’m ready for a hot shower and my bed.
When I look over at Sierra, I sigh. She leaned her seat back two hours ago and fell right to sleep.
I doubt she’ll wake up feeling rested, though.
Whatever it is that haunts her, it follows her into her dreams.
As I park in front of the compound, I wave at Wrath, who’s standing outside the door smoking. Should have known he’d be waiting to see what the mystery package was all about. I put my finger to my lips and nod to the passenger seat before killing the engine and quietly exiting the truck.
“You look like shit.” I ignore his comment and let Bones out before moving around to Sierra’s door and opening it. Wrath scoots in behind me, wanting to see, and does a double take when he gets a look at my passenger.
“What’d you do to her?” he growls, turning accusing eyes on me. Sierra has been drawn up in the fetal position and whimpering off and on for the last two hours. I appreciate his concern for her, but he should know better.
“Why the fuck would you think I did something to her?” I may be an asshole, but I’ve never hurt a woman, and I never will.
“Fuck. I don’t know but look at her. Someone hurt her, brother. Someone hurt her bad,” Wrath whispers.
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking the same thing since I picked her up, and now, she’s got to face the firing squad,” I sigh.
“Damn,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Do me a favor and go on inside. I don’t want her waking up with an audience in her face and getting spooked.” That’s the last thing she needs.
“How’d nobody notice this?” Wrath asks.
“I have no fucking idea.” It’s clear to anyone who pays a lick of attention that some very bad shit happened to her. Not to mention she has the scars to prove it.
“Whatever happens inside, I’ve got your back, brother,” he says, looking at her with pity. Shaking his head, he grips my shoulder in support before turning and heading inside.
Leaning in, I gently rub Sierra’s arm and whisper, “We’re home, darlin’.” I don’t want to startle her, but the sooner we rip this Band-Aid off, the sooner she can see her boy and start putting her life back together.
“Hmm?” she mumbles as her beautiful hazel eyes slowly flutter open.
“We’re home, baby.” I quickly back up when she bolts upright to look around.
“We’re here,” she rasps in that sexy sleepy voice that goes straight to my cock.
“We are. Come on, Birdie.”
Opening the visor mirror, she wipes under her eyes and adjusts her hair before nodding to her reflection and mumbling something about being stronger every day. With a trembling smile, she grabs my hand and lets me help her out of the truck.