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“Sadie, I’ve always wanted you,” he said softly. “And now that you’re here, I plan on making you mine.”
Chapter Four
“Mine.” The word slipped from Priest’s lips without warning. A possessive declaration he had no intention of taking back.
Sadie widened her vivid cornflower-blue eyes. Despite the hell Sadie had been through, she curved her busted lip into a small smile. In that moment, the entire world seemed to light up. Sadie always seemed to magically find something good in a bad situation. That was one of the things Priest had always liked about her.
“I’d like that,” she murmured.
Even if Sadie wasn’t entirely herself right now, it didn’t matter to Priest. He reached out, his fingers gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind one ear. On the outside, Sadie always reminded him of a delicate flower, but deep down, Sadie was made of steel. That same nerve and courage brought her here, back to him.
“I accept your price, Priest,” Sadie said, her voice wonderfully soft yet firm.
A timely knock on the door signaled Doc’s entrance, his medical bag in hand. Priest made the introductions, aware of the curiosity that surrounded Sadie’s arrival.
“I’m aware. You caused quite the stir when you arrived, Sadie,” Doc remarked, setting his bag on a nearby table.
“I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to get to Silas—Priest. That was the only thing on my mind,” Sadie explained, sounding apologetic.
Priest reached for her hand, offering a reassuring squeeze. He hadn’t told Sadie one detail of their arrangement. That he planned on seeking retribution against the man who had hurt her.
As Doc conducted his examination, Priest’s thoughts drifted to this particular task. He sometimes grappled with his inner conscience when dealing with certain targets. However, for this individual, he would take pleasure in his kill. He’d even make Mason Prescott squeal first before slitting his throat.
“You have a scary look on your face,” Sadie’s voice brought him back to reality.
“Oh, that?” Doc chuckled as he paused from his examination. “Priest always looks like that when he’s looking forward to a hunt.”
Sadie searched Priest’s eyes, and a flicker of hesitation appeared on her face. Good.
The last thing Priest wanted was to scare her, but she needed to know, and eventually accept, the kind of man he had become. Five years ago, he left the priesthood not just to correct an injustice, but because he had grown weary of jumping through bureaucratic hoops and adhering to rigid rules. In the Death Seekers, they made their own law—and that lifestyle appealed to him.
“What’s the verdict?” Priest asked Doc.
“No damage to her internal organs,” Doc confirmed. “All she needs is some bed rest, and I’ll prescribe painkillers just in case.”
Priest exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He’d been expecting the worst. He thought Sadie was acting like she was fine because she didn’t want to burden him.
“Thank you, Doc,” Priest said.
Doc efficiently packed his medical equipment, excusing himself and leaving Priest alone once more with Sadie.
“The bathroom is through that door if you want to wash up,” Priest said, nodding toward the second door in his room. He paused, thinking. “Let me know if you need assistance,” he added.
If she wasn’t comfortable with him helping her, maybe he could get one of the women downstairs to help.
“I think I can manage a shower on my own,” Sadie assured him.
“Then I’ll leave you alone. You need your rest. Holler if you need anything. I’ll post a prospect outside your door. He’ll immediately look for me in case there’s an emergency,” Priest said.
“Thank you for everything,” Sadie expressed her gratitude. “By the way, can I borrow your charger? I promised to text Emery with an update.”
“Sure,” he said.
After helping her charge her cellphone on a nearby socket, Priest left the room. If he lingered any longer, he knew the temptation to stay by her side would grow stronger. He didn’t fully trust himself around Sadie, and part of him still entertained the notion that she might be a figment of his imagination.
Priest knew she didn’t have to stay in his room. There were other spare rooms in the clubhouse for unexpected guests, but Priest wanted Sadie to feel safe.
What he could use right now was a drink or two. After flagging down a prospect to keep watch over his door, Priest returned to his familiar spot at the bar. Ignoring the hushed whispers that rippled through the room, he snorted into his beer. Priest had long learned not to take his MC brothers’ idle chatter to heart. During downtime, with nothing to occupy their attention, they tended to gossip like hens in a barn.
