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Chapter Fourteen
“Get out,” Optimus ordered, his voice cold and distant.
I couldn’t breathe, his words striking me in the chest like a hot poker even though I knew they were coming. I’d pushed him to his limit, and I’d done it purposefully, blaming the club for the issues Harlyn was having at school. I wanted him to push back, but now he had, I could feel the spiral coming, sucking me into its depths.
Nodding, I reached out for Harlyn’s hand, my heart breaking as I watched her cling to Blizzard’s leg with tears streaming down her face. It was like she wanted him to protect her like he was her safety net, her strength, and I was the weak link.
I didn’t blame her, in fact, I was almost happy. She needed him, and Op, and this whole club, because I was about to walk away, and she needed to be protected—protected from me.
Barely able to compute a word he said, I rushed to the door, slipping past Wrench as I went. His scent filled my nose and I came to a standstill, wondering what I should do?
Whether I should just walk straight back inside and tell them the truth.
Would they understand?
Had I left it too long to ask for help?
I took off at a run, heading for my car. Climbing inside, my hands shook as I started the engine and pulled out of the compound with my foot to the floor.
Wrench hadn’t returned that night to spend time with Harlyn, the club had been called away to help Blizzard and Rose. One part of my brain laughed, telling me that it was just the escape that he needed, an excuse to get the hell away from me and my moody up and down rollercoaster ride of bullshit.
While he was gone, things only got worse.
There was a package left at my door. No name, just a white envelope and a note. The handwriting wasn’t familiar, but the contents inside were. Tiny white pills. The ones I’d spent the last six years trying to escape. The ones that held memories of my self-destruction and addiction. They were taunting me, laughing in my face, and even as I tipped them into the toilet, my hand shook as it hovered above the button, wondering if it would really be so bad if I just took one.
Always just one.
One more, and I’ll feel better.
Just one more.
When Harlyn had appeared in the doorway, the choice was stripped from me and I watched them swirl downwards, disappearing into the pipes, dissolving away into nothing.
He had come to my home, and I had no doubt that he’d sent that voice message a few weeks ago. Eric was right. He wasn’t just going to let this slide. He wasn’t going to be made to look like a fool and allow me to get away with coming back here and living a normal life. There was something he wanted, and he was coming for me. He was going to get it, whatever the cost. But this time, I was going to fight back, even if I had to do it alone. Even if I had to run again.
At least now I knew Harlyn would be safe. Optimus would protect her, the brothers would watch over her and give her the love and support she needed, while I fought to get my life back together. I had to do it for her, and I had to do it alone.
I’d made a mistake once of thinking that Wrench could save me, that he could be everything I needed and protect me from my past and my demons.
Now I was beginning to realize that the only person who could do that, was me.
There was a harsh banging on my front door. I sighed as I pushed off my sofa and headed down the hall to answer it. There was only a handful of people who it could be. None of them I wanted to face with tears streaking my face, and my heart feeling like it was about it shatter into tiny pieces all over my beautiful wooden floors.
I could see the shape of a man through the stained glass window that filled my door. I knew exactly whose form it was. The broad shoulders, strong stance, and the shadow of the cap that covered his head. I stopped moving forward and took a deep breath.
“Open the door, Sugar.” His voice didn’t boom or yell, but he knew how close I was to the door. He always knew when I was close.
Inhaling, I rolled my shoulders back, preparing myself for the onslaught.
Wrench didn’t wait a beat, as soon as the door was cracked, he pushed it open with his hand and stepped through, forcing me backward as he slammed it closed behind him. I jumped at the loud bang it made, even though I was expecting it. My nerves were shot, my mind racing but my body slow and sluggish—the aftermath of too many sleepless nights. Wrench looked at me from beneath the bill of his cap, his eyes penetrating me like he was filtering through all the secrets in my head.
“Stop it,” I growled softly before turning and marching back down the hall to my living room.
There were papers and folders scattered all over the floor. The joys of opening your own business. Pushing the paperwork out of the way with my foot, I turned to face Wrench. My body was stiff, my feet apart as I prepared myself for what he had to say. I knew it wasn’t going to be good. Spending time with Wrench had allowed me to see the sides of him that I knew he didn’t show outside his brotherhood. We’d gotten really close. But I’d ruined it. And I needed it to stay that way.
“Do you know how hard it is watching Harlyn mope around the clubhouse?”
My breath hitched. He wasn’t batting for first base, he was hitting a home run.
