Page 31 of Blade: Blade Outlawz MC

Dion and I stared at each other the entire time I was on the phone. I thought he would have given me some privacy, but maybe he wanted to make sure I didn’t tell Cayenne too much. I would wait to tell her everything once I got out of there.

“Okay. I know you aren’t talking for whatever reason, but I guess I’ll find out when it’s meant for me to know. Stay safe, love you.”

“I am, and I love you too.”

I hung up the phone and handed it back to Dion.

“Do you know anything about my father threatening to kill people or whatever?” It didn’t surprise me that my dad pretended to care. That was what he was supposed to do as afather, but after the last argument we had, I’m not convinced that he doesn’t care about me coming back.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Come, let me show you your surprise.” He stood and held his hand out.

I placed my hand in his hand, and he helped me up. I wanted to ask more questions about my father, but I honestly didn’t have it in me. I had had time to think about the trauma my father caused, and if I were being truthful, I didn’t care if I ever saw my father again. My father just liked to talk and be this bad guy. He never realized I had lost respect for him a long time ago but held on since he was the only parent I had.

I let Dion lead me outside to the back of the house and out the back door.

“Are you kidding me?” I squealed when I spotted my bike in the grass. I ran down the steps and over to the bike. I couldn’t believe how much better it looked. It was painted a brighter pink and even had new tires, and the rims were new and shiny. There was a bigger pepper shaker on the side of it. I walked around it and admired it as I ran a hand over all the details. It even had my name branded on the seat.

Dion stood to the side, watching me with his arms crossed over his chest. He tried to cover up his smile, but I caught it.

“You did this… for me?” I got choked up because this was the best thing anyone had ever done for me.

“I did, but I also fixed it and upgraded it. Turn it on.”

I hopped on the bike, and when I turned the key, my whole body vibrated when the engine roared to life. I couldn’t believe how much louder it was. The shit made me wet. I always loved the roar of a motorcycle engine. Riding bikes always made me feel powerful. I revved it a few times, then I turned it off. I couldn’t wait until I could ride again, but I kept that to myself.

When I got off the bike, I threw myself into Dion’s arms, and he caught me with no hesitation.

“Thank you so much. I love it!”

He held me for a minute, then let me go.

“You’re welcome. Let’s go eat.” He turned to walk back up the steps.

I followed him, giving my bike one last look, then went into the house. My emotions were all over the place because, how could someone who seemed so bad do what Dion had done for me?

We washed our hands, and I sat at the table while Dion made the plates. I found it odd how he served me the whole time I had been here. I mean, most of the time he just dropped it off, but still, he was nice enough to make sure I ate. Did he have feelings for me and tried to use my dad as an excuse? Or did those feelings suddenly develop while I was here? What was his end game here?

“I was thinking,” Dion said, breaking me from my thoughts as he placed a plate of food in front of me. He sat down across from me. “I was thinking about letting you have free reign of the house, but don’t try and leave.”

He made sure to add that, not to leave that part out. I guess I could be thankful for a little more freedom because I was tired of that room.

“I’d like that. Can I possibly get my TV back in my room?” I figured since he was in a good mood, I’d try to get what I could. I missed having my television.

“Don’t make me regret it, Pepper.”

“I won’t.”

I didn’t want things to go back to the way they were when I first got here. I felt like he was closer to letting me leave, as long as I complied with what he wanted.

“Thank you. You won’t regret it,” I told him honestly.

I started looking at Dion differently after our first sexual encounter, or it could have been before that. I thought he wasattractive when he first walked up to me, and that didn’t change just because he kidnapped me. I wish I could talk to Cayenne about all of it so she could help me put things into perspective.

“Okay.”

We spent the rest of the time eating our food in silence. I wondered what was going through his mind, but I didn’t want to push him. He seemed to be in a good mood, and I didn’t want to affect it and make him change his mind about letting me roam the house.

“Thanks again. I’m going to change and relax,” I told Dion as I stood from the table. “Should I wash my dish?”

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