Page 27 of Her Obsessed Biker
“Crystal.”
I pause, fists clenched. “Pull any security footage from the last twenty-four hours. Roads in, roads out. I want eyes on every vehicle that entered town.”
“What about her?” Deadeye asks, voice low. “You gonna tell her?”
My jaw tightens. “Not yet.”
“Why?”
“Because if she knows, she’ll run,” I mutter, my voice laced with steel. “And I just got her here. I’m not letting her disappear.”
Deadeye studies me. “She means that much?”
I don’t answer right away.
But yeah. She fucking does. More than I ever saw coming.
“She’s mine,” I say finally, unwilling to reveal the depth of my emotion. “Which means she’s under club protection now.”
Deadeye’s eyes widen slightly, catching the emotions bubbling under the surface. He knows me too well, knows that if I claim someone, I mean it.
He nods once. “Then we handle it.”
“Damn right, we do.”
Because nobody touches what’s mine and lives to talk about it.
Especially not the bastard who put that fear in her eyes in the first place.
Chapter Nine
Piper
After Rock leaves, silence settles in like a thick blanket. I stand in his kitchen, the scent of coffee lingering in the air, and try to breathe past the storm inside me.
Too much is happening all at once. I’m overwhelmed. Scared.
Not of Rock. Never of him.
But of this…feeling.
This pull between us that feels too strong for how little we actually know each other. I’ve spent years building walls, brick by brick, protecting myself, relying on no one. But one look from Rock and everything starts to crumble. He makes me feel safe in a way I’ve never known. When he calls mekitty, it does something to me. Softens me. Unravels me.
And for the first time in my life, I want to give up control.
I want to behis.
And that terrifies me more than anything.
I shake off the thought and gather my clothes from the floor to get dressed. Jeans, a plain T-shirt, and my boots. As I’mbrushing my hair, I glance around, wondering how I’m supposed to get to The Black Crown. Rock didn’t say anything about a ride. My stomach growls—coffee wasn’t nearly enough. I figure I can grab something to eat at the bar.
That’s when I notice the truck keys sitting on the table near the couch.
My truck.
I left it at the bar last night…which means Rock must’ve had someone bring it up here.
A little flutter dances in my chest, and I press my lips together to stop the smile tugging at the corners. Of course he took care of it. Of course he took care of me.
