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Preacher puts a hand to my lower back and gives me a gentle shove toward the fence. “We should get out of here.”
“Yeah,” I say in a breathless whisper, my heart racing with fear, relief, and arousal and probably a good amount of shock as the adrenaline wears off. My hands are trembling, and my teeth start to chatter as the bike roars to life underneath me.
“Your girl all right?” Ace calls from his bike next to Preacher. His gaze slides to me, and for a quick moment, I see sympathy instead of mistrust.
Preacher reaches behind him and drops a hand on my thigh. “She’s all right.”
His girl? My heart speeds up at the thought of being Preacher’s girl for real, the fact that his brothers saw me ashisgirl. It has to mean something, doesn’t it? I lean forward just as he raises his helmet over his head. “Your girl?”
He turns to me, the slightest move curling his lips into a smile.
“Later,” he growls and tugs his helmet down. I hold on tight as we literally ride off into the fucking sunset.
Seriously, whose life is this?
Chapter Thirty
Preacher
Gia is silent when she gets off the bike and follows me through the garage and inside the house. I go into the kitchen and clean as much blood off of me as I can. It’s mostly on my face and arms. Clothes. Hell, I should take a shower.
Gia says she’s all right, but she’s not acting like the sassy, smart-mouthed woman I can’t get enough of. She’s quiet and subdued. I walk out of the kitchen, drying my hands on a small towel.
“Gia, talk to me.”
She flashes a sad smile and shakes her head. “Nothing to talk about, Preacher. I’m fine.”
“You’re quiet,” I tell her plainly.
She manages a small laugh. “Scary, huh?” Gia rolls her eyes. “I’m…I don’t know. Processing. I thought I was gonna die in that room, on the floor beside that dead girl, and now I’m going to live. It’s just a lot to take in, adjusting to the fact that I have a future I wasn’t counting on a few hours ago.”
My heart aches for her, and I pull her into my arms. “Then we should make the most of your second chance at living, yeah?”
She smiles, and italmostreaches her eyes. “Yeah, I guess we should.”
My hands loosen around her, and I take a step back to look at her, to really look at her and assure myself that she’s all right.
“Are you hurt? Injured? Anything…else?”
“Uhm, yes?”
I laugh and shake my head. “Try again, babe.”
At my use ofbabe,she smiles again, and this time it reaches her eyes.
“My head hurts a little, and my ears are still ringing. Other than a few bumps and bruises, I’m completely fine.”
Her hands slide up from my chest to cup my face.
“I promise, Preacher.”
“They didn’t touch you?” I ask and pull her close again.
“Not like that.”
Gia winces, and I pull back before she’s able to hide the pain from me.
“Gia. Show me.”
