Seeing what Fuller had done to her, how easily he’d taken her, had changed my mind about everything. I’d been fucking brave enough to reach out and take what I’d wanted but not brave enough to keep it. For the first time in my life I was fucking afraid, afraid to grasp the happiness I could have with Audra if I didn’t let all the other shit get in the way. Rock recognized my fear, but was smart enough not to come right out and accuse me of it. He’d done it in other ways, forcing me to face the damage I’d done.
I’d hurt Audra when I’d sworn I wouldn’t.
I was the one that had to let go of the past and reach for the future. She’d let go of hers the moment she’d climbed onto my bike. I was the one that had to come to terms with the danger and chaos that was always in my life, and not letting it dictate who I let in. Somehow though she’d clawed her way in, and she was hanging on. I had to ask myself why.
The answer didn’t come to me, but all the reasons why she shouldn’t want me did. I was a fucking asshole.
Climbing onto my bike, I revved it up and spun away from the clubhouse. I reached a high and dangerous speed fast, heading away from the clubhouse, away from the fucking past, toward the woman who was my salvation.
Fuck, could I undo the damage?
Could I get Audra to give me another chance?