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“What happened?” Any hints about the battle ahead of me would be helpful.
“Don’t know,” she shrugged. “He didn’t say, only that some shit went down, and he could use his girl.”
“You probably shouldn’t keep him waiting.” I pushed off the car and flicked my cigarette into a nearby puddle before turning back to Tits.
“Thanks, Tits. For everything. You didn’t have to do this, but you did and someday I’ll pay you back for that, I swear.”
Big tears pricked my eyes before spilling down my cheeks, which was fucking crazy because I hadn’t cried since the first time the Jacks held me down and fucked every hole I had. That very first degrading humiliation. In a way, it was comforting to know there were things that could still make me cry, and apparently simple human kindness was one of those things.
“Thanks.”
“Us girls have to stick together, Blue Eyes. Keep a low profile until you find a way out of town.” She handed me a wad of bills, hugged me tight and slid into her El Dorado.
“Stay safe,” she said finally when I reached inside for the big canvas bag filled with my earthly possessions.
“I’ll do my best, Tits.”
I stood back and watched her drive away. The woman who had saved me, had given me a chance at a life. I owed her more than I could ever repay, but one day I would.
I hoped.
“You need a ride somewhere, Blue Eyes?”
The question from the gray-eyed prick surprised me at first.
I snorted a laugh and shook my head. “I don’t fuck for rides.”
The corners of his mouth curled into a playful grin that, at another time, I might have found intriguing. “What do you fuck for then?”
That was easy. “Not for joy, that’s for sure. You got any money?” I couldn’t even muster up an ounce of pleasure at the fact that my words wiped that smirk right off his handsome face.
“Maybe,” he said with a casual shrug. “The offer for the ride still stands though.”
Ah, a nice guy. Wasn’t sure those even existed anymore, especially among bikers. “Thanks. Come back when I think of someplace to go, and I might just take you up on it.”
The truth was, I had no place to go, and the money Tits gave me wouldn’t get me far. I needed more money, and I needed it quick.
“Call me Charlie,” he said and took a step forward, frowning when I took a cautious step back. Charlie held up a lighter, and I relaxed just a little.
I arched a brow as I took a cigarette out of my new pack and held it to his flame. “Is Charlie your name?” I asked, exhaling smoke to the side.
“It is,” he said with another killer smile. “You got a name, Blue Eyes?”
“I do. Savannah Rhymer,” I said to test the waters of recognition. If that was his name, Charlie did a good job of looking dumb, as if he didn’t recognize my name. Still, the leather vest and the President patch told me he knew exactly who I was.
We didn’t do much business in Mayhem, but the President of the Reckless Bastards would know the Rhymer name.
Charlie took his time processing the information, probably calculating the amount of money he might get by selling me to some other gang or from my father, Ronan. “Get on.”
I stood there and stared hard for a long moment. I couldn’t read this man, so I couldn’t risk trusting him. “Why?”
He sighed and swung one long, denim-clad leg over the bike. “It’s not safe for you to be out on the streets.”
“Since when do MC presidents moonlight as knights in chrome armor?”
He shrugged. “I have no beef with you or your family, so I’d say I’m the safest bet you’re gonna come across in these parts.” His words were confident but not cocky, and I had a choice to make.
Trust him or fly on my own.
I hadn’t counted the cash Tits had shoved in my hand, but it couldn’t be more than a few hundred bucks, which might get me out of town, maybe even out of the state, but then I’d be broke. I needed a night to think, to sleep, and then I could plan my getaway.
“Fine. Thanks, I guess.”
Charlie chuckled and kicked the engine into a roaring start, nodding for me to hop on the back, which I did hesitantly.
I held my ribs with one hand and wrapped the other one around his midsection. Charlie was lean and solid. As the motorcycle started to move, I hoped that this wasn’t another mistake, a worse mistake. One that would make the past few months seem like a vacation in the Mediterranean.
The motorcycle came to a stop in a wide driveway that led up to a two-story family home. I knit my brows together, trying to figure out where he’d taken me.
