Page 63 of Chains

I hear a soft moan coming from my woman, and her eyes flutter open. Seeing the beautiful moss green staring back at me with what I can only describe as adoration, just about unmans me.

“Bodie?” She rasps, clearing her throat.

“Yeah, little one, I’m here.” I soothe her as I try to undo the seatbelt that has saved her life. In the end, having to cut it from her body.

Luckily, I’m able to open her side of the car with no problems, as I crouch in front of her. I make a mental note of getting Kick’s ol’ lady, Everleigh, to look at her when we get back to the clubhouse.

Without hesitation, she wraps her arms around my neck as I gently do the same, carefully pulling her from the wreckage as she buries her face in the crook of my neck.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” I ask softly, placing a kiss to her temple. Her only answer is a small shake of her head.

Just at that moment, the rest of my brothers arrive, two prospects getting out of the cage that they drove in. I smile for the first time since finding Zoe in the wrecked car.

I make a beeline for the cage, but Kick steps in my path, his face telling me exactly what he thinks of my rash behaviour.

His eyes scan Zoe, and I could see that he was debating how much to say to me. He can chew me out about my insubordination another time, I needed to look after my woman right now.

“How’s she doin’?” he asks. I force down the answer I want to give, instead saying,

“Apart from some cuts and bruises, she seems to be doing okay.”

“Caleb is in the back of the cage,” he tells me, and I nod at him silently, heading off in that direction before Kick’s words stop me.

“You and I are gonna sit down and talk about what happened today.” The warning in his voice was unmistakable, and I clear my throat nervously. I admit, I do sometimes go off half-cocked and don’t listen, but I love all my brothers, including my President.

Throwing the keys to my sled to one of the two prospects, I tell him to take my sled back to the clubhouse, and to be careful with her, even though she’s a little banged up. Angel will look her over for me and bring her back to good as new in no time.

Opening the back door, I slide in, manoeuvring myself so that I have Zoe seated on my lap. There’s no way I will let go of her until I know she’s safely tucked away back at the clubhouse.

And maybe not even then.

“I thought I would never see you again.” She cries in the crook of my neck, and I tighten my hold on her. I’d thought the same thing, but I would never tell her that. That I was losing hope in ever getting her back again. She never needed to know that.

I hold her tight as the two prospects return and sit in the front.

“I’m right here, baby,” I soothe her, “I’m never letting you go again.” I vow, as my thoughts go to the asshole hogtied in the back of the van, a dark Plexi glass divider up so that Zoe couldn’t see him and he couldn’t see out. I was looking forward to spending a few hours alone with him down in the basement back at the clubhouse.

Returning my attention to Zoe, I look her over slowly. “He didn’t hurt you, did he, little one? If he did, so help me, I’ll kill him right now.”

She places a hand on my chest, a small smile on her face, even though she looks tired and rung out, she’s still the most beautiful creature I’ve seen in my life. With just that small touch, I can feel myself calming down. Taking a deep breath, I lower my lips to hers and kiss her tenderly.

“He never touched me. Please, we need to go back to the warehouse. My dad’s being held there.” Her tears are now streaming down her face in rivers, breaking my heart for her all over again.

I nod my head in the affirmative. “We will, but first I need to know you’re safe, we’re taking you back to the clubhouse.” I tell her. I know she wants to argue the point further, but I’m not letting her sway me on this. Not this time. Her dad has held his own with the motherfucker, he can wait a few more hours. I bring her head back down onto my shoulder, and I can feel all the fight leave her body.

“Let’s move.” Kick calls out to everyone. Setting fire to the wrecked cage, all my brothers get onto their sleds, and with the van in the middle, the rest of the club riding in protective formation, we return home.

Not once did Zoe let me go, her hands always touching my arm, or linking her fingers with mine. I liked it way too much, but I knew it was more out of fear than anything else. I was going to do everything I could to ease her fears over the next few days, weeks, and months. However long it took.

That asshole wouldn’t be around much longer to terrorize her, anyway.

She’d fallen asleep in my arms, and over an hour later, we were driving into the parking lot of the clubhouse; I held her firmly in my arms as we got out of the cage, trying not to wake her up.

I strode with her in my arms to my room, ignoring anyone who tried to stop me. Kicking the door closed behind me with my booted foot, I gently placed her on the bed, and would’ve turned to leave the room until I heard her say.

“Please stay.” Those words were doing inappropriate things to my nether regions, my cock pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans.

I couldn’t react this way right now, her crazy ex, a man that used to be my best friend, had taken her and held her captive for days. His crimes against my woman wouldn’t go unpunished. But first, Zoe needed me, and I wouldn’t let her down again.

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