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My head was pounding and I felt like the drugs were still soaring through my body.
I felt like I was dreaming—this must be a dream.
Blizzard treated me with such gentle hands, helping me get dressed, holding my pants for me as I steadied myself on his shoulders. His mouth was tight and his hands skimmed up the back of my legs as he pulled up my jeans. My heart was racing, the moments we had shared just a few days and moments ago, still fresh in my mind. I wanted his touch now more than ever.
Hanging out with Edge and his goons had made me feel dirty, like an addict and a whore. The way they leered at me made me want to curl into a ball and hide away in a corner. Not that they weren’t good looking guys—most of them were—but they looked at me like I was a piece of meat and they were ready to rip me to shreds with their teeth.
“You okay?” My daze cleared and Blizzard was now standing in front of me, looking down at me curiously. He towered over me, and at one point I had found that intimidating, but now I didn’t. I felt protected by this huge man who’d spent his time holding me and comforting me as I fell apart.
His large hands held my waist and I begged for him to use them to lift me up and press me against the nearest wall. But that would have to wait. Optimus was here, as well as Judge and his boys, and they were waiting for us so we could discuss what our next options were.
“Yeah,” I sighed, straightening my shoulders and lifting my chin.
He smiled. “That’s my little soldier.”
I felt a sense of pride soar through me as he tugged me behind him and out of the bedroom. My legs were still reasonably shaky. Who the fuck knew that meth could be so strong? How people did it day after day, I would never know. I guess their bodies slowly became accustomed to it.
He held my hand as we approached what was now a packed full living room. I was slightly stunned at a number of bikers that could fit into the small house Jackie and Judge called home. Some wore the Brothers by Blood colors, others wore Satan’s Sanctuary patches, including Blizzard’s mom, Jackie, who wore her property patch with pride.
She caught me out of the corner of her eye and immediately weaved through the men toward us. She gripped my shoulders in her hands, her eyes roaming my body as if she was in shock that I’d survived.
“Thank the fucking Lord.”
“I’m not sure the Lord’s name is meant to be used next to the word fuck,” Slider, one of Blizzard’s brothers commented sarcastically.
“What if it’s a holy fuck?” Wrench commented dryly.
Slider seemed to consider that for a second before bobbing his head up and down. “This is true. I retract my previous statement.”
“Idiots! My club is full of idiots,” Optimus groaned.
I watched as Jackie took inventory of my body. I don’t know if she was looking for bruises or injuries, or if she was just looking for confirmation that I wasn’t dead.
A loud, obnoxious ringtone went off, filling the small space. It took me a minute to realize that it was mine.
Optimus held up my cell phone as it continued to buzz excitedly in his hand. “It’s been going off continuously for the last hour.”
“Edge?” I asked with a sigh.
He nodded. “Text messages, too. Seems our boy is quite concerned about you.” The tone of his voice wasn’t accusing, but there was a subtle question there.
Why was this guy so worried about where I was?I knew the answer.
“We talked…” I told the group softly. Blizzard’s hand tightened on mine. I looked up at him and whispered, “It’s okay.”
“Rose,” Optimus warned carefully. “What did you talk about?”
“He doesn’t trust his brothers. He’s got an Old Lady back home, and from my point of view, it seems that they sent him on this mission to get him out of the way so she could whore herself around the club,” I explained Edge’s story to them. I felt for the guy. With his entire family part of his club, he felt as though that was his legacy as well.
Turns out we had more in common than I thought.
Blizzard scoffed beside me. “He’s trying to get into your pants.”
I ignored him, instead looking to Optimus for support. “He’s different than them. He feels like he has to be there because that’s his family.” I tapped my chest. “Until recently, I knew that feeling well.”
“Why are you standing here defending him?” Wrench asked, his eyebrow raised. “Cool, he’s not a bloodthirsty killer that we assumed him to be. Good to know. But he still has the kid locked up there in a room.”
Wrench was right, he may have his ideas and loyalties all fucked up, but he was still holding her there and it was my job to get her back.
