Page 40 of Where We Ended

“He refused to give you clothes?”

My focus went back to those eyes that were foundation stones for me, and nodded. My voice would get caught around the explanation of the dried cum currently coating my stomach.

Silas met my gaze. “You’re safe now, that’s all that matters.”

Was it? I’d been hiding behind the walls of another club for two years, waiting for Silas to come and get me and I still didn’t feel safe. I felt hunted.

I felt disposable.

I felt forgotten.

“We have to go.” Silas flicked a quick look over my shoulder and I knew he was right. This rescue is what I had been waiting for but my limbs locked up.

He watched, wary and seemingly confused, until finally he reached for me and pulled me over his lap.

I adjusted so my legs went around his waist, my hands tight around his neck. Our faces were inches apart, my hair blew in the wind, acting as a shield as Silas held me to him, his gaze lowering to my lips.

“You called me your wife,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

The space next to his eyes crinkled as he pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. “It’s still true, isn’t it?”

Was it?

I didn’t answer him as I buried my face in his shoulder and closed my eyes.

Silas lifted his other hand and started the bike. The familiar roar soared through me like a set of wings, lifting my hopes as I wrapped my body around his and he sped off, leaving my captors and the cage I was kept in.

We rode for only half an hour or so before Silas pulled off near a gas station. The air was still crisp and the sky still a stark blue overhead, but I remained oblivious to what day or time it actually was.

“We need to get you some clothes. It’s three hours back to Rose Ridge.”

Silas helped me off his lap, the separation already feeling too cold, too far. Fears that he’d walk away again slithered into my chest, creating a poisonous condition.

“Pyle is closer, just take me there, we’ll be protected by your club.”

There was a calculated look in his gaze, but there was also fear. Rejection stabbed at my gut, a reminder that two years had divided us and perhaps he had a new life now. Maybe he had a person back there waiting for him.

Silas loved me in his own way, and was protective of me but he’d also stayed away from me for two years. The distance spoke louder to me than any attempts at safe keeping.

I was standing there, next to Silas’s bike while his jaw worked back and forth, and I knew what he was thinking. I knew it so well because it was the only thing he had been doing for the past two years.

Running. From me.

My emotions were raw; my body chilled and exhausted. I wouldn’t survive his rejection, so I just turned away, clutching the leather of his jacket.

“I can’t go in like this.” I looked down at my bare feet, wishing I had grabbed the go-bag that Rachel had prepared for me.

“I’m not leaving you alone out here.”

A large semi-truck drove by, causing a gust of wind to blow my hair up and ruffle Silas’s. We stared at one another, his glowing blue eyes that always felt so unnatural and perfect. He was trying to work something out, that or wait me out.

“Didn’t you have people with you when you invaded Fable’s safe house?”

Silas raised a dark brow at me in question.

“Your club…or the Stone Riders, did anyone help you?”

His shoulders lifted right as his phone rang.

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