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I let go of Terror’s hand, walking to Marie, hugging her tightly. “We are both okay, we hardly got burnt at all.”
She nods, rubbing her cheeks angrily. “It just scared me.”
I bring her back to me and hug her even tighter. I don’t like seeing her so upset. It makes me feel guilty. “Do you want me to work somewhere else?” I ask her. It will hurt me, but I would if it meant she wouldn’t have to deal with aggravation.
She gasps dramatically and holds me tighter. “No, please don’t even say that,” she practically begs me, and I feel bad for suggesting it, but I hate when issues are caused because of me.
She leans back and cups my face. “You are not going anywhere, okay?” she tells me, and I nod. My throat thickens with emotion, I know she means it one hundred percent.
“Okay, Marie.” I smile and hug her one more time before I let her go. Dante takes her from me holding her. “We are going to go out for the day, get her away from here,” Terror tells his mom.
“Of course, get out of here, we can handle this today.” She shoos us away and Terror takes my hand pulling me from his mother then through the back door where there is a small garage.
He pushes a button on his keys lifting the door showing a huge, black Chevy truck. “No bike today?”
He looks back. “Nah, I want you safe and warm in the truck with me.” He leads me over to the passenger seat, opening the door, and with his hands on my hips, lifts me into the seat.
“Your back is going to be destroyed if you keep throwing me around like this,” I jest and he smirks.
“Darlin, I could carry you all fucking day.” He kisses my cheek, reaching for the seatbelt, buckling me in.
I run my hand along his neck where the skin is slightly hot from the burn. “It hurts me that you’re hurt.”
His hand runs over the small burn on my hand. “I would take the burn a hundred times over if you didn’t have a single mark on you.”
My whole body warms. He is so sweet to me. He shuts the door and leaves me alone for a moment in the truck, and I let out a deep breath gathering myself.
I realize that I didn’t bring my phone, cards, or anything. How did I learn to trust him so much already?
Usually, I never leave the house without a backpack in case an emergency happens. I trust him enough to not bring my shield.
That is new for me.
It took me a long time before I would leave my backpack in my apartment but left it downstairs in the kitchen so I could grab it in a hurry.
Old habits are dying, and I have to admit, it’s a great feeling to not worry about the little things anymore.
Terror gets in the truck and starts it and turns on the heat, the chill in the truck slowly melting away.
“Where are we going?” I ask when he backs out of the garage.
He takes my hand holding it on the seat in between us. “We are going to my home, my town where I live.”
My stomach flips at the idea of seeing his home, his life. He watches my reaction to see if I reject the idea. “I’d love to.”
We pass the mechanic shop on the way out of town. I can see my car sitting in one of the garage bays with a few people working on it.
Is it bad that I look for Seth on the streets since he ran out of there? Soon the small-town melts away and we are back out into the country.
“It’s so beautiful here. I’m still trying to get used to not having the smog coating my skin.”
“I went to New York a few times and I fucking hated it.”
I laugh at the dismay on his face. “It was not my first choice either. I was actually raised in the country until I lost my parents.”
God, how I wish I had my mom around so I could talk to her about these things, how my life has changed so much.
He lifts my hand, kissing the back of it. He is so sweet. If he doesn’t stop acting this way, I see myself in serious trouble.
