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“We better get out of here,” I inform them, not wanting to be around when Hector comes to. I also need to get back to the clubhouse as soon as possible. Stoney needs to know what went down because I know my actions will not come without consequences. The son of a bitch, Hector, will be pissed, and now that I’ve taken Noelle from him, it could be even worse.
I hand Venom the box as he makes his way to his truck. “Hold on to this until we get to the clubhouse.”
He nods and hands it over to Whip. “I’m calling Amaya to go get Bride and Linc from school.”
“Appreciate it.” I nod and look back at Noelle.
Didn’t think of any of this. Didn’t want to, but now, I have no other choice. What was in that file Nerd gave me is going to come to light. The sooner, the better, because with Noelle, I’m not sure I can be around her and not know the truth. It needs to come out and what the file can’t tell me, she can.
For instance, why does she stick around instead of leaving town?
CHAPTER6
NOELLE
This is all so surreal. It’s all I can think of as Cyprus turns his bike off and puts the kickstand down. Climbing off, he turns to me because I sure didn’t move. I don’t think I can. My mind is whirling with everything that just happened. I don’t know how and what brought Cyprus to my house, but he came, and honestly, I’m thankful. Though I’m also humiliated and scared out of my mind. He saw . . . I shake the thought and slowly lift my gaze to meet his, fidgeting with the edges of the hoodie he put me in.
“Why?” I croak and reach up to rub at my neck, still feeling Hector’s hand wrapped around it.
Cyprus’s gaze follows and those dark, all-seeing eyes of his flare with anger along with his nostrils. It’s like he’s a sleeping dragon that has been woken from a deep sleep.
“Why what?” he asks finally and jerks his chin toward the clubhouse. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”
“You know what?” I ignore him, wanting to go inside. “Why did you come to the house? I told you already that I didn’t know the nanny position was for you.”
Although, it does have me wondering why he’s got custody of his little sister. Granted, it’s a good thing. His mom is a piece of work. Nearly as bad as mine. She’s a junkie and used the money she got from Social Services to keep using booze and drugs.
“Let’s get inside, Noelle,” Cyprus says, stepping close enough for him to grip either side of my waist. He lifts me off his bike like I weigh nothing more than a sack of flour.
I know I’m skinny. It’s because I have no other choice but to be. The food in the house goes to my parents first, and I get a small amount while making their plates. Yeah, you can definitely say I’m Cinderella doing everything for them. But at least Cinderella didn’t have to spread her legs to clear the debt they built up. I think they do it on purpose to torture me even more.
Maybe I should have run away a long time ago, but the guilt eats at me.
“Cyprus.” I stand my ground and wait for him to answer me when he plants me on my feet. “Answer me.”
Cyprus palms the side of my face where Hector slapped me and strokes his thumb over it. “You let him do this to you?”
“No.”I won’t admit to him that I’m used to it.
“Don’t lie to me, Elle. I can see it in your eyes.”
“It’s none of your business. Now, answer me. Why did you come to the house?”
I’m starting to seriously freak out as I stare up into his assessing eyes.
“I don’t fuckin’ know why, but I’m glad I did,” he says. “Now, let’s get you into the clubhouse and let Tinsley or Ranger look at your throat.”
Cyprus steps away, reaches down, and takes my hand, only to look down at my bare feet. I guess he didn’t realize earlier that I didn’t have shoes on. Dropping my hand, he scoops me into his arms. I gasp and wrap my arms around his shoulders.
“Jesus. Fuck, Noelle, you can’t weigh more than a hundred pounds at most.” He grunts and heads for the clubhouse.
Actually, I was only one-oh-one, so he pretty much nailed it.
“You can put me down.” I wiggle my legs as I tell him. I really need him to put me down. Being in his arms is nearly more than I can bear. “I can walk. My legs aren’t broken.”
“You’re not walkin’ across the gravel,” he mutters and walks up to the doors, where I notice two of the men who were with him standing there.
One reaches for the door and pulls it open. On the right side of his vest, it says his name is Aries, and I have to admit he’s pretty good-looking. They should have called him Adonis instead.
