Page 51 of Truths

She shakes her head and sighs. “I can't promise you she'll come back, but I know how much you want her back, and I know how scary it is to lose yourself while everyone expects you to be the person they know. My first goal is to get her out of this mental prison she has herself in. My second goal will be to bring her back to you, but that is not the goal I'm going to focus on. She probably will never be who you remember, but I need her to see she doesn't need to stay this scared version of herself.”

“Yeah, okay,” he says and nods. “I trust you. Sorry for... calling you a bitch.”

“Hey, I suggested taking your wife away from you. Besides, bitch is not even in the top ten worst things I've been called.”

“She'll do everything she can, Dax,” Colt says. “I promise.”

Wiping more tears, Dax turns and walks into the clubhouse. Lex pulls Colt to her and kisses him. “I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“Making us have to wear clothes during our child-free week.”

“This is more important. Besides, I can probably convince Mom to take the kids for a long weekend sometime in the future. It's not our only chance.”

She cups his face in her hands. “Thank you for always backing me up.”

“Always,” he says, kissing her again. “Let's go get your car.”

Chapter Nineteen

Summerville

Rocky

Rocky's avoided the clubhouse since Hannah left him, and he's been taking every run he can to help out Dax. He knows the man wants to be home with his wife now that they all know she's alive, and he doesn't mind being away from home. There's nothing much at the house for him anymore anyway.

When he's alone in the house, he can pretend that Hannah's still locked up in prison. Or maybe she decided to take a girl’s trip with a few of the other old ladies. Anything to make him believe that one day he won't be waking up alone without her in the bed next to him. Wishful thinking and all that.

Hannah hasn't reached out since he came home to find her with a suitcase saying she was leaving. There wasn't a definitiveanswer on whether or not she was coming back, but considering she hasn't called or checked in, he believes the possibility of her coming home is becoming less and less with every passing day. No matter the wishful thinking he has while he's lying in bed alone, the long rides on the bike bring him back to reality.

Pulling into the driveway, Rocky notices the kitchen light on. HIs heart flutters in anticipation and hope, but he quickly talks himself out of it. The last time he thought Hannah waited for him inside had him in a drunken stupor for almost two days.

You probably left the light on when you left three days ago. Don't be an idiot. You already let Hannah walk away, so getting your hopes up that she's coming home is just stupid.

Damn, the long drives on the runs. All it does is give him time to think, and the past few days have made him realize that Hannah probably isn't coming back. He let her leave because it's what she wanted, but he regrets it every day. He was faced with the decision of losing her now and maybe getting her back or losing her forever. Both options feel as though they have the same outcomes now, though.

Stepping into the house, Rocky sets his bag down and sighs. He looks up and jumps when he sees someone sitting at the kitchen table.

“Where is she?” a man wearing a Kingsmen kutte asks.

“Who?”

“Dani.”

Narrowing his eyes, he doesn't reach for his gun. Not yet. He listens but doesn't hear anyone else in the house. “Do I look like Dax to you?”

“I've already been to his house. She's not there.”

“You're watching us now?”

“What do you think?”

I think you're a bunch of fucking idiots. Especially if you think you're getting out of this house alive.

“If you've been watching us, you know I just got back from a run. I haven't even talked to Dax in close to a week. Why the fuck would I know anything about where Dani is?”

The man stands. “It was worth a shot. Your girl leave you or something?”

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