Page 51 of Bound By Redemption
The second was when Nox, Jacks, and Tug jumped out of said SUV and slammed the doors. Jacks hated Micah. Why would he be with him?
What was happening?
Micah got out, his eyes connecting with mine instantly as he moved quickly to me. His hurried pace and stony face had me taking notice. He prowled toward me like a man on a mission, and he didn’t look happy.
It made my insides tighten, and my heart picked up speed. The thump, thump, thump of it could be heard, I swore it. With each step he took to me, the nerves elevated. What had happened? What was wrong? Because I knew it was something. Had to be.
“Hey,” I greeted when he got close.
He said nothing. Instead, he pulled me into his body and wrapped me up in his warmth. My arms went around him as he hugged me tightly, his cheek resting on the top of my head.
Fear snaked around inside of me. Something was really wrong. While it wasn’t abnormal for Micah to hug me, it was when it came to adding the look on his face.
“Is Remy good?” he asked.
“Yeah.” The word came out a bit shakier than I'd anticipated.
“Good, come with me,” he ordered, pulling away. He grabbed my hand and led me into the block building, up the stairs and into our room. His big legs moved so quickly, I had a hard time keeping up at first.
My body trembled as the slither of fear ran up my spine and all over my body. I couldn’t explain it. I simply felt it all. Tension, trepidation, unease, it all radiated off of Micah and ran right through me. I didn’t believe two people could have a bond that was unspeakable, but truly everything I'd ever felt from a single look from him had proven me wrong. We were that connected. In this instance it scared the shit out of me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as soon as the door closed, and he locked it.
He pulled me into him, then leaned down and kissed me, hard and deep. Small pieces of my emotions fell away as I got lost in Micah. It was over all too soon, though, and when he pulled away, there was something in his eyes that freaked me out once again.
Anger. Mixed with regret. Mixed with sadness. So many ways to take it.
“Micah?” I questioned, needing an answer. Needing him to talk.
He held me close as he looked down into my eyes as if he were gazing deep into my soul.
“Dryerson went to your place. When he got there, the door was busted in. A lot of your shit was damaged.”
I gasped, hand going over my mouth in shock. “We were robbed?” While not unheard of, I’d thought my place was pretty secure.
His head shook, denying the claim. “Doesn’t look like it. Whoever did this, it was personal. Even rage-driven.”
“Oh my God.” My knees threatened to give way as every emotion came to the surface, threatening to take me down to the floor. Somehow, I stayed upright. “Who?”
He closed his eyes briefly, then set them back on me. “Babe, don’t know, but there were some things written on the walls.”
Written on the walls? Like in crayon? That would be Remy’s doing. See how my mind couldn’t stay on this topic.It was fear overriding me, trying to make this not real and putting a different spin on it. I knew it, but I was helpless to stop it. “What?”
“Whore and Cyrus my virus were in spray paint. Ryker thinks it could be your father.”
My body full-out trembled as the fear of my father finding us threatened to take me completely out. The abuse he’d inflicted rushed around me, and all I could see was Remy getting that same treatment. No…
Tears rolled down my cheeks as the memories came back to me, but in my place was Remy. Remy sitting in the cold basement with no food or water as punishment for dropping the large bowl of mashed potatoes, and my father not having them for dinner. Remy catching the impact of my father’s open palm across her face with asking a question about our religion. Remy lying in bed at night scared to death someone was going to come in the room and get her.
This wasn’t fear. No, it was terror. Utter, undiluted, unease.
I couldn’t breathe as every bit of air was taken from my lungs.
“He can’t know where we are.” The words came out in a whisper as Micah pulled me closer to him. I needed his warmth more than I needed my next breath in that moment. My entire body convulsed, almost as if I were having a seizure. I felt myself falling apart piece by piece.
The walls were closing in, inch by dreadful inch. The world was crashing around me, and my legs gave out because all I wanted to do was sit on the floor, hide my head, and cry. The only thing holding me up was Micah, though. He wasn’t going to let me fall.
“He won’t find you,” he declared, and I wanted to believe him with ever cell in my body, but the fear was riding me hard.
