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“Even if I could die by handling it myself?” he asked.
I could not look at him. I never could lie. Not about anything in my life. With me it was always...What you see is what you get,as the old saying went. I paused, well, many mensawall of me and they could not have me… I huffed out a breath and turned my back on him. I simply refused to give him a lie, so I said nothing instead. I wouldn’t leave him if he was in trouble, I know I wouldn’t. He didn’t see it but I was protecting him from this, despite how he felt about it.
Justice waited for a minute, maybe two.
Finally, I heard my door shut with a quietclick.
My shoulders dropped and my body nearly sagged. I hated this. Justice had been right in everything he said. We were close friends now. I did care about him. I did in fact, trust him. The thing I realized was I wanted him as more than a friend too. Justice was a fine looking man, but in such a classy way. And talk about decent, he was that and so much more. For the last month he’d been at my side. Never asking for anything more than just to talk. He had never made a pass at me either. We watched TV at night together, had breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. It’d almost become a routine. If anyone would have told me that I would be with a man who just wanted my company and to hear me talk, I would have laughed them out of the room.
I think I was falling for him. Yes, I needed to come to terms with this too. I felt attracted to him for sure. When I hugged him a few minutes ago, I wanted to stay in his arms. Just be with him and yes, skin to skin. He was built like his brothers, they were all in top shape. Only he didn’t wear jeans and tshirts. He wore button ups and dress pants. Casual in one way, but next to all the other men here, he looked so fine, almost elegant if a man could be called that. I found that I loved this about him too.
I’d been in two relationships. Just two and they were both disastrous. Wrong guy, right time. Then one who I truly believed was the right guy at the wrong time.
Mr. Wrong seemed nice at first. Did and said all the right things. We dated for 3 months before I realized that he did not trust me. Wade Stephens hid his obsessive side for the first part of our relationship. I was dreamy eyed over the guy for sure. He bought me things, sent me flowers, and took me out on great dates. Then at about month four, he was calling me all the time, he would corner me after work and I wasn’t stripping back then. I worked in a retail clothing store. He would ask me all kinds of questions, then I caught him actually following me around, watching every move I made. It eventually made me think of that song,
Every breath you take,
Every move you make,
I'll be watching you.
I shiver even now while just thinking about it.
Then there had been Mr. Right at the wrong time. A good looking guy, he seemed sweet and he showed me every day how much he cared about me. He literally swept me off my feet. I bumped into him while going to a job interview, again not stripping. It had been for an office job. We were both rushing to the elevator in the lobby and fell into it together. I really thoughtI loved him. He said he loved me. At around six months...I got hit by an unwelcome surprise.
He was married.
Hence, him being Mr. Right at the wrong time. His wife was in a nursing home after a bad car wreck, she had been hurt so badly that she would never be the same. She had been there for two years and was nearly a vegetable. Benjamin fell in love with me because I looked a lot like her. The whole mess broke my heart completely. Of course, I broke it off as I felt sickened by the whole ‘affair’ as it were. Not that I knew I had beenINan affair that entire time.
So, my luck with men was shit...Literally. I rarely trusted men at all and I had good reason not to. This had been why I tried to fight how I felt about Justice. He wasn’t married and he didn’t seem to be unbalanced in any way. Yet, my trust wasn’t earned easily. None of my past was his fault, but careful is as careful does. I lived by that after those horrible endings to my story of men and dating. I hadn’t been with a man for over two years now. Then I met Justice.
I shook my head and bit at my thumbnail. Why was I even thinking about all of this? I would probably never see Justice again after I did this. I had to sneak away from here myself. I’d made a mistake even asking him to do what I’d asked. It hadn’t been fair to him at all. Asking him to do something like that and not even explain why. Desperate people did desperate things though and I felt more than desperate now.
Sneaking away from the Connor House would not be simple at all. Oh, I knew the Rebel Saints were watching everything and they should with that rat bastard Deacon looking to kill the whole Walker family.
I’d met that asshole at the Cotton Candy club when he took over running it and I stayed as far away from him as I could. Isaw the hard on he had for Jewel and I felt scared for her. In fact, that was why I went to her apartment the day Deacon’s men captured me. I was there to check on her. She had been acting nervous and scared for the whole last week we were at the Cotton Candy club working. When she seemed to disappear and never showed up for her shift on Friday night, I went looking for her on Saturday morning. The little ‘Sunday School Girl’? as I fondly called her? never missed work.
I would have asked her or Cinnamon for help in this but same thing there, I refused to allow anyone else to be hurt by this. No, the only way I could do this was to sneak out somehow in a vehicle leaving the property. This would mean hanging around the front or… waiting inside the fenced off area where they kept the many vehicles and bikes.
I only hoped Justice didn’t see me because he would intervene, doing so to keep me safe. However, she would die if he did such a noble thing. I wish he could understand that. I felt saddened by this whole mess for more reasons than one. I was getting accustomed to actually having a guy in my life, who treated me like I mattered. I would lose that. Then if I didn’t do this, I would lose someone else I loved. Not much of a fucking choice was it?
Story of my life.
Chapter Three:No Walking Away
Justice
I felt so frustrated. I even considered doing exactly what she asked. But dropping her off to go where? Just let her go and fix this mess all by herself? She said someone could die. What if that someone ended up to be her? I couldn’t take that chance. How could I help her though? I couldn’t really tell anyone, she had said that would perhaps get whomever it was, killed.
Hell, I was as tough as any of the men here. Trained in fighting and I ride a cycle with the best. Dad had made sure none of us would be pansies, he’d said. I could take care of myself with my fists or a gun. I could protect her. I paused and scoffed. Yeah, a white knight on a bike. Maybe… it sounded like that but this woman wasn't just any girl. I couldn’t just sit on my hands and then find out that she just disappeared.
I released a nervous breath as I made my way across the Connor House.
My speciality was law. I fought with words mostly in my life, but don’t hurt my family or the law goes out the window. I loved my job whenever I was doing it. Just my thing I guess. But the law couldn't help Scarlet, not in this case.
She looked so panicked and desperate. What the hell kind of mess was she in? She’d said, she would just do this herself. I paused to think about it. She was thinking to sneak out maybe. But how? The place was under 24/7 cameras and guarded by an actual militia of all things. The only way would be to sneak a ride going out and not get caught.
So my only choice was to… watch her. And like a fucking hawk too. Stalk her...literally. What choice did I have? Then what if I caught her?
