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There was no way to prepare for the way my heart felt like it was trying to burst from my chest at those words.
This woman, this fucking amazing, beautiful, kind, sweet woman loved me. Wanted to be with me. And somehow fucking thought she wasn’t worthy?
“Ev,” I said, voice soft. “Think I fell for you the first day I met you,” I told her. “And have just kept falling ever since. I just… I never thought you’d want this.”
“Want what? You?” she asked.
“Me. This lifestyle…”
“Well, I do,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like I want you. And I’m the club electrolyte-pusher and lost-clothes-finder now. I belong there,” she said with a wobbly little smile, still uncertain.
“Fuck yeah you do,” I said, leaning down to brush my lips over hers. “And you’re coming home with me tonight,” I told her.
“And every other night?” she asked, pressing her cheek to mine.
“Absolutely.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Everleigh
We didn’t get back to the clubhouse until almost eleven at night.
Dr. Price, my personal doctor since he’d come to Shady Valley after his residency, wanted—out of an abundance of caution—to keep me there until he was sure I wasn’t going to need any more meds or anything like that.
As much as I wanted to be out of the cold exam room, a part of me was terrified too.
I mean, from the sound of things, I could have very, very easily died if not for the fact that Dallas had those meds to shoot up my nose.
Apparently, Gray had been cutting his heroin with that stuff that was making people overdose like crazy. Even lifelong addicts who would have had a little more tolerance to drugs. For someone like me, who’d never taken any, it could have been so much dicier.
By the time Coach showed up with the SUV, and I was shuffled inside of it, I was freezing, starving, and desperately in need of some sleep.
“Raff ordered every kind of takeaway you can imagine,” Coach told us as we pulled into the driveway. “Even went a few towns over to get more options. So, basically anything you want is inside waiting for you.”
As if responding to that, my stomach let out a loud growl that had Detroit giving my thigh a little squeeze.
My legs felt kind of numb as we walked up the front path, but my mind was racing, and my soul was soaring.
Because he did love me.
Because I was going to get to call this place home.
Because I could really dig in, get comfortable, without the fear of it all being ripped away from me.
My heart seemed to be screamingHomeas Coach opened the door and I walked back inside with Detroit’s hand wrapped in mine.
As promised, I was assaulted almost instantly with so many scents that it was almost impossible to tell them apart. That tang of red sauce that said pizza and Italian food was featured, the spicy scent of Mexican food, the unmistakable umami scent of Chinese, then the greasy scent of fried food.
The clubhouse wasn’t overly busy, but I could hear the low hum of televisions from the floor above, so I figured everyone had gotten plates and gone to their own rooms so I could have some peace.
“Hey, pretty lady,” Raff said, and even his usually so animated voice was hushed as he greeted me. “Come on. Let’s get you a plate,” he said, waving toward the spread across not only the island and dining table, but most of the counters as well.
I went ahead and did that, Detroit close by as we both piled plates, then sat to eat.
Raff broke up the silence by telling us about his most recent trip to a place called Golden Glades, Florida. Apparently, there was another club there that was a ‘sister’ to this one. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I was smiling and laughing as he told this story about some guy named Zayn who was, apparently, an international arms dealer.
It passed the time as I stuffed my belly until my pants felt too tight. And they had anelasticwaist.
