Page 22 of Marked By the Obsessed Biker
I barely get the sentence out and I’m hauled into Scar’s arms. They pass me around, each of the guys hugging me.
They’re all talking at once.
“Happy belated birthday.”
“We heard you had some trouble.”
“It’s time to come home, honey.”
It’s not until my feet are back on the ground that I look at an enraged Greyson. He’s practically vibrating with it. I walk over to him and put a hand on his chest and then turn to the guys. “What are you doing here?”
Butch is the most talkative one of the bunch, but he looks at my hand on Greyson before answering my question. “We heard you were attacked last night. We drove straight here as soon as we found out.”
Scar takes a step toward us. “What’s the deal? We let you come here because we thought you’d have the protection of the club, but obviously that’s not the case. You need to come home.”
Greyson growls behind me. His hands go to my waist, and I know he’s about to set me to the side. The Whiskey Run Guardians are now on high alert. There’s no way they’re going to let anyone come in here and talk about their club, and Idon’t blame them. I start to go to Scar and try to calm him, but Greyson holds on to me.
I turn and look up to him. “Let me go, Greyson.”
His eyes are dancing with anger, and I wait for him to refuse, but he releases me. I go straight to Scar. “This is not the club’s fault. It wasn’t my fault. The guy found me on the way to the bathroom at a bar in town.”
Tiny crosses his arms over his chest and looks at Greyson and the guys that are now standing beside him. “Did you take care of it?”
Greyson nods and matches his stance. “We did. He’ll never bother another woman again.”
Tiny nods and then turns to me. “Alice… what do you want?”
I’m about to tell everyone that I want to stay here with Greyson and be done with it, but I also know that Greyson is a biker. He’s not going to have sex with someone and then just commit to me right afterward, and I refuse to be some clinging cherry or anything. “Right now, I want to party with my new and my old family and friends.”
Butch is about to argue, but I hold my hand up to stop him. “Butch, we will talk about all this in the morning. For now, can we please just have a good time.”
I look over and give Lexi and Emily a pleading look. Lexi whispers something to Boss, and he waves his hands. “All right, let’s have some fun. Alice had a shitty birthday last night, and we don’t want to ruin tonight. Tomorrow, we talk. Tonight, we have a good time.”
Butch, Scar, Tiny, and Cobra all look at each other, and finally, Butch nods his head. “I’ll take a beer. Thirteen hours on a motorcycle, I’d like to unwind.”
I grab Greyson’s hand and pull him with me over to where the bar is. I sit around a huge round table with the guys, and I would have liked for Greyson to join us, but once I sit down, he puts his hands on my shoulders, squeezes them, and then moves over to the bar and sits on a stool.
My old friends are talking, and we get lost in reminiscing. The whole time, I can feel Greyson’s eyes on me, but when I look at him, I can’t make out what he’s thinking. Whatever it is, it isn’t good. He seems like he’s deep in thought.
Boss keeps the drinks flowing, and luckily the guys are happy drunks because soon they’re dancing, and they drag me out to the dance floor. We’re laughing trying to do line dances, and I get lost in the music and the moves.
Before long, the cherries circle my friends, and they begin to pair off. When a slow song comes on, almost instantly, Greyson is walking up to me, pulling me into his arms.
He’s stiff, swaying against me, not saying a word. “Grey—” I start.
He won’t look at me.
I slide my hands up his chest. “Greyson, talk to me.”
His voice is thick as he bends down to talk to me so I can hear him. “Are you leaving me?”
I lean my forehead against his chest, and he stops swaying.
“Princess… tell me… are you leaving me?”
His voice is almost strangled, and I shake my head side to side.
He leans back to look at me. “Alice, you’re not leaving me. I won’t let you.”
