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This time when I’m on the back of my bike with the wind sliding around my body, I’m headed to my woman, and I can find a sliver of joy in the ride. Sam being killed for such a stupid reason is like a weight in my gut. Still, it made me act instead of continuing to watch my feather.
I can’t wait to get home and hold her in my arms. It’s where she belongs and I’m never letting her go.
CHAPTER 15
EVELYN
When I woke up this morning, I had a bitter taste in my mouth from the reality that Sam’s death had been dealt with and the lockdown was lifted, with the instructions that everyone still needed to be cautious. I wasn’t given any details beyond it being taken care of. I don’t have a choice other than to take Bennett’s word for it.
Knowing I had no reason to go back to the clubhouse today after work had me packing everything up and heading out earlier than I normally would. I didn’t even allow myself to look back at Bennett as he slept, exhaustion written on his face even in sleep. Sam’s death weighed on him and his brothers.
He seemed lighter while sleeping, but not by much as the last few weeks caught up to him. Every other morning when I tried to sneak out of bed before he was awake, his arm would tighten around me like he needed me to ground him. This morning his arm was relaxed and loose. I slipped away easily.
No one was in the common room and there were no witnesses to me taking my clothes and stuff out of the clubhouse. I was glad no one was there, especially when I had to brush a tear away from my cheek after looking at the clubhouse for a little longer than necessary.
Chris was the prospect at the gate, and he waved me through like it was any other day. He must have been told the lockdown was lifted because he didn’t look surprised when no one followed me out of the gate. It wouldn’t have been Chains though because he needed some more rest.
I made sure to check the gash on his head last night before I went to bed since he was in the common room sitting vigilant along with Monk and a few of the other brothers. I tried to get him to go to bed and rest, but he wasn’t having it. I let it go—there are some hills not worth dying on. Arguing with a stubborn alpha male who was on edge after having been attacked while his brothers were out there dealing with a threat, wasn’t the hill I needed to try and stand my ground on.
I’ve been dragging my feet all day long and my patients have noticed. I shake my head as I leave my last patient’s house. She saw the sadness in my eyes and told me, “There are plenty of other dicks out there, Evelyn. Don’t let whoever is making you look so sad know they got to you.”
I was shocked, and yet…not at the same time. I swear the filter just disappears for some people after they hit a certain age. I hope I grow up to be the same.
My shoulders slump as I head to my car. The thought of going back to my place makes me sad. I just don’t have a reason to go back to the clubhouse. I thought, maybe, Bennett would call me today and we could make plans to see each other, but I haven’t even gotten a text from him.
I rub my hand over where my heart is thudding sadly in my chest. Maybe I was more of an obligation to him than I thought I was? Maybe it really was all about keeping me safe and all the declarations of love and talk about our feelings were for show? So I wouldn’t fight him on being there?
Were the brothers laughing about me behind my back?
I want to cry, but I won’t. I can’t. And I’m definitely not going to run again.
I’ll figure out a way forward.
I’m looking at my phone one more time as I open the door to my place, hoping there’s something, anything, from Bennett. There isn’t. I’m a few steps inside the door when I toss my keys to the small table nearby and they clatter to the floor.
That has me freezing and looking at the floor where they’ve landed. There isn’t a table there.
I slowly turn and look around. Everything is gone. It’s not like everything is gone in a ‘I’ve been robbed’ kind of way. The rooms I can see with the open floor plan are empty. It’s as if someone has come in, packed up my stuff, and moved it out.
Which makes no fucking sense.
I immediately call Bennett since I’m still holding my phone, but it just rings and rings. I call Lennon and the same thing happens. I try Bennett again and, again, I’m met with only the sound of ringing.
I tear into my bedroom thinking that I’ll at least be able to change out of my scrubs, but I’m met with the same problem—everything is gone.
Everything.
I blink and look around my place, in every cabinet in the kitchen and the bathroom, in every closet. All my stuff is gone. It makes no fucking sense. What the hell is going on?
It was all here a few days ago when I came by for some more of my things. Now it’s all gone.
My gut is telling me that Bennett has something to do with this. Is it a prank? The thought makes a lump form in my throat and it’s hard to swallow around it. The idea of everything being some elaborate prank as he lulled me into a false sense of security with his dirty words and sexy body pisses me off.
I stomp back to my car and drive to the DSMC clubhouse, barely slowing down to allow Ashton to open the gate for me. He waves at me as I go by, but I just scowl at him in response. The way his eyebrows shoot up tells me he’s shocked by my reaction to him.
Anger is almost taking over when I rip the door to the clubhouse open and stomp through the door because I’m a woman on a mission. I freeze and my mouth falls open when I see Bennett kneeling in the middle of the common room while the rest of his brothers, Lennon, and McKenzie stand around.
I blink at him, my brain screeching to a stop while not being able to understand what is going on after being so pissed just moments before. He reaches into his cut before holding a ring out to me. I cover my mouth with my hand, but a little sob still escapes as tears fill my eyes.
