Halen looks to me, rage filling his gaze. I move in, going down to my haunches so I am eye to eye with them.
Lowering my voice, I tell them what happened and what will happen now.
“You escaped the men who took you, but you never saw their faces. You are safe and will go back to school and be good girls. Those men are gone, so you do not have to fear them anymore.”
They both nod, and I nod to Halen, slapping him on the back.
“I am out. Need to get cleaned up.” He chuckles.
“You go; I will make sure they get home safe.” With another nod, I walk to my bike, slinging my leg over and starting her up.
My bike is my baby; she has been through so much with me and one day, she will carry my woman safely.
As I ride, everything that happened at the house filters through my head, but instead of the girls, it is Delaney I see. My rage is still bubbling, and I know I need to calm down, but picturing how Delaney is now, it shows me just what she has gone through to fight past her demons and survive.
I am a prick for hurting her, so now I need to make up for what I have done.
3
Delaney
“Girl, those men from the club are fucking hot,” Emerald announces as we watch Skyla climb off the back of Camo’s bike and kisses him.
Emmy fans her face, a smile in place. “I need me a biker.”
“Oh, believe me, they are not all good.” I shrug, then sip from my delicious coconut latte.
I have tried to hide my pain, but Emerald sees it, fucking feels it too. Apparently, owls can be quite attached to people’s emotions.
“Maybe Thorin is the only bad apple,” she adds.
“In this club. Yes. All the men in the club are great in their own right. I was so happy when Winger allowed me to become like a den mouse, instead of sleeping with the brothers to keep me a part of the club. It is why the club girls hated me. They believed that I was not earning my place within the club.”
“I wish he had pulled his head out of his sexy ass for you, babe.” She gives me a tight smile.
I laugh when she is both insulting and complementary when it comes to Thorin.
She is right though; he is sexy. He just has a head full of dark shit that stops him living his life to the fullest. He may not see it that way, but damn, I did.
I miss him; oh, do I miss him. When he was near me at the club, my body would come alive. It made me sick to my stomach that there would be times when he was so turned on by the girls he was fucking that I would feel some of it and have to go to my room to finger myself to orgasm. Then I would cry, feeling heartbroken all over again.
“What’s up, girlies?” Skyla’s cheery voice breaks through my thoughts, and I smile at her, albeit somewhat forced, but I am here to have some girly time with my besties, to catch up.
“Girl, that man ate you up good.” Emerald grins like a fool at Skyla.
“Oh, believe me, he likes to eat me up.” She winks, and the girls giggle.
I watch them interact, and I like seeing them being friends; it makes my heart happy that I am building a life for myself outside of the club. I would never say that they held me back; I think that I did that myself in the hopes of getting Thorin to see me for who I am. I never really did what I have always wanted to do— be a part of a girl crew, have friends to go on coffee dates with, or spend nights painting each other’s nails and doing face masks.
“Damn, I need an orgasm.” Emerald sighs.
“Same, girl. Same.”
“Speaking of getting laid...” Skyla turns her gaze toward me, and I hold my breath.
My stomach twists a little, as dread seeps into my bones thinking about what she is about to tell me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I wrap my hands around my mug, warming them up, while she sips on her coffee before answering and putting me out of my misery.
