Page 7 of The Biker's Second Chance
The relief that settles on me is unnerving. I want to separate myself from her, but I can't. Not now.
I walk over to her, and she lifts her head so she can look me in the eyes.
Uneasiness and confusion are clear on her face. Her fingers twitch once before she lifts her arms and wraps them around herself.
It's nice to see that I'm not the only one having problems keeping my hands to myself.
My entire body is vibrating, and I can't tell if it's because I'm pissed or if it's simply because I'm so close to Jayne. We haven't even touched, and she already has such a profound effect on me.
"Jayne, I don't know what the fuck is going on here or what part you play in it, but you came to Chrome Creed for help, right?"
"Yes," she says breathlessly.
"Fine, you'll get help. I'm going to figure out what the fuck is going on here. Deal with these bastards on my own terms. I don't want to hear any objections from you."
Jayne opens her mouth to object, but I put my hand up to stop her. The no-objection clause starts now.
"I don't care. Whatever it is you're about to say to me right now, I don't give a fuck. You brought this problem to my goddamn doorstep, and now you're going to have to deal with it in whatever manner I say. You got that."
She nods and clenches her jaw tight. She's getting pissed. Just another thing I don't give a fuck about.
"Lastly, and I really need you to hear me." I move in a little closer so I can keep her gaze and let her feel how serious I am when I say, "The second you lie to me or try to hide something, I'm gone. My club is gone. Any protection you might be getting right now is gone. I don't have time or the patience for any bullshit. Do you understand me?"
Jayne glares at me. She's waiting for me to break. For a sliver of the sweetness that I used to show her to peek through. There's none.
"Sure, Spike. Whatever you say." She sighs and takes a step away from me as if she doesn't want to be too close.
I look her over once more before I turn my back to her and go back to examining the room. Someone left this place in shambles on purpose. They knew she'd find it. They knew she'd bring Chrome Creed.
This is a clear message, and it's not just meant for her. Now I have to figure out what exactly it means.
I'm going to help Jayne one final time just so I can get her out of my life completely. When this is all over, so will my connection with her.
I squeeze my hands into fists.
Jayne has moved away from me, but she's still within arm’s reach.
I'm fighting hard against the need to grab her. Fighting the urge to just wrap my arms around her.
Fighting to keep myself from doing everything I swore I'd never do again.
How the hell am I supposed to help her when just being in her presence is so damn hard? How do I fix this without losing myself in the process?
If I stumble down the road of loving her again, I don't think I'll be able to come back. I'll lose myself all over again.
That's just not a pain I can deal with, not when the last time nearly killed me.
CHAPTER 5
ANGRY MAN...HOT
JAYNE
It's just not fair.
Not the fact that I'm basically being hunted like an animal by a group of people who want to kill me, or torture me, or both.
The fact that even after all this time, Spike is still as sexy as ever.
