Page 8 of Dylan's Dad
Keyes shoots me a wink and swaggers back to his beer on the other side of the room. I couldn't help but smile at Keyes' audacity, his lighthearted banter a welcome reprieve from theheaviness that hung in the air. Despite the underlying tension, there is an undeniable sense of camaraderie within this club, a bond that seems unbreakable.
As I sit there, surrounded by the members of the club, I couldn't ignore the gnawing questions that plagued my mind. The memories of Dylan and the pain he had inflicted on me were still fresh, like an open wound that refused to heal. Stallion's promise of justice gave me a glimmer of hope, but I couldn't shake the fear that lingered deep within.
Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed Sin approaching me until he takes a seat beside me on the couch. His presence was both comforting and intimidating, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of intensity and compassion.
Sin's silence spoke volumes, and I could sense a deep understanding in his gaze. It was as if he saw straight through the walls I had built around myself, peering into the darkest corners of my soul. Without a single word, he let me know that he was there for me, that he understood the weight of my pain.
In that moment, I found solace in Sin's quiet strength. There is something about him, an air of mystery and vulnerability that drew me in. He had faced his own demons, battled his own darkness, and emerged stronger on the other side. Maybe, just maybe, he held the key to unlocking the strength within me. He just sat there not speaking, just letting the silence between us speak for itself. And in that silence, I felt a connection forming, a bond forged by shared pain and hidden scars.
I turn to face Sin fully, meeting his gaze head-on. There is a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes, an understanding that transcends words. It is as if he knew the depths of my suffering without me having to say a single thing.
"You've been through hell," he finally says, his voice low and gravelly. "But you're still standing."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and tears well up in my eyes. No one has acknowledged the strength it took for me to keep going, to survive despite everything I have endured. But Sin sees it. He sees the resilience and determination behind my eyes that I hadn’t even realized was there.
I reach out and grasp Sin's hand, squeezing it tightly. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. When I look over at Stallion his face is full of confusion and shock. I release Sin's hand and he quickly disappears.
"Holy shit," Stallion all but whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"Sin hasn't said that much in one interaction in years." He shakes his head as if to clear the fog.
As the night went on my mind wandered back to Dylan and the fear was suffocating. I feel a tightness in my chest, a suffocating fear that threatens to overwhelm me. Though Stallion has promised justice, the uncertainty of what would happen with Dylan still looms in my mind. I need answers, closure, and the reassurance that Dylan would never be able to hurt anyone again.
Unable to shake off the nagging thoughts, I excused myself from the room and made my way outside into the cool night air. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the darkened forest. I leaned against the railing of the porch, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart.
As I stood there, shrouded in darkness, a sense of unease washed over me. The silence of the night was heavy, broken only by the distant sound of rustling leaves. My thoughts were consumed by the looming presence of Dylan, his malevolence lingering in the air like a toxic cloud.
Lost in my own turbulent thoughts, I didn't notice Sin approaching me until he was standing beside me, his tall figure casting a shadow on the ground. He leaned against the railingbeside me, his eyes fixed on some distant point. "You okay?" he asked softly.
I turned to face Sin, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "I'm scared," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Scared that Dylan will come after me again, that he'll find a way to hurt me despite everything."
Sin reached out, his hand brushing against mine. His touch was gentle yet firm, a reassurance that he was there for me. "I understand," he said, his voice steady. That was all he said as we stood there staring out into the trees.
We stood like that for some time before I turned to him, “I think I’m gonna head to bed now.”
Sin nodded, understanding my need for solitude. "Alright," he said, his voice gentle. "You are safe here, Lola."
His words offered a sliver of comfort, but the fear still gnawed at me from within. I forced a smile, trying to convey gratitude despite the unease that threatened to consume me. "Thank you, Sin," I replied, my voice wavering slightly. "I appreciate it."
With one last glance, I turned away and headed inside, the weight of the night heavy on my shoulders. As I climbed the stairs to my room, the sound of muffled laughter and music filled the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within me. I entered my room and closed the door behind me, seeking solace in the quiet solitude.
The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced along the walls. As I sat on the edge of the bed, I couldn't help but replay the events of the past day in my mind. At some point I must’ve drifted off again because I was back there in the horrors of my nightmares and once again I woke to Stallion calling my name. He sat there beside me while I drifted off a final time, this time the nightmares didn’t find me.
Lola
When I woke, I rolled over planting my face into the pillow inhaling the intoxicating scent of cinnamon, leather, and something woodsy. The pillow smelled like Stallion and I wondered how long he laid here beside me while I slept last night. Before I could even get out of bed there was a soft knock at the door. “Come in.”
Stallion pushed open the door balancing a plate on top of a mug . “Breakfast?” He stated it like a question but didn’t wait for me to respond before gently placing the plate in my lap and the mug on the nightstand. “Wasn’t sure how you took your coffee but you strike me as the overly sweet coffee drinker and Raypicked up some of that flavored coffee creamer. I dumped a shit ton in there till it was a pale tan color.”
I almost giggled at the thought of this hardened biker bringing me breakfast in bed. “I prefer chai tea but overly sweet coffee will do.” I smiled fully at him.
“So Reaper should be calling in a bit. I know he wants to talk to you again but after that what would you like to do? All the guys have stuff to do so it’ll be just us and probably Ray hanging out outside. He is feeling really guilty and is taking this protection detail extra serious.”
“Why is Ray feeling guilty?” Running through all the introductions I went through yesterday I couldn’t put a face to that name but I know I’ve heard Stallion say it before.
“He was on your detail the other day. He feels like he should have been able to protect you?”
