Page 6 of Marked By the Obsessed Biker
“She’s going to be,” I tell them. There’s no other option. She has to be okay.
I climb into the back of the SUV, holding Alice on my lap.
Emily and Lexi are quiet the whole way after I assure them that besides a few bruises, she’s okay. Hell, I hope she’s okay. I was so dead set on taking care of the asshole, I didn’t take care of her. I hold my head down in shame.
I hold her to me, talking to her. “I’m so sorry, Alice. Fuck, I should have been there.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she stares up at me. I brush her hair off her forehead. “It’s okay. We’re going home.”
She reaches up and wraps her hand around my wrist. “Don’t leave me, Grey.”
I swear my heart swells three times its normal size in an instant. “I promise. I won’t.”
She nods and then closes her eyes.
We get to the clubhouse, and as I walk in with her in my arms, all the members here are standing, ready for what they know is coming next. No one gets away with what happened to Alice.
The room is silent, and I nod at Pres. “I’m taking her up to her room. Boss and Felon will be back shortly with the guy.”
He nods, and Lexi and Emily are on my heels. I turn to them. “I got her. I promise I won’t leave her side.”
They both nod, and after I assure them I’d call if Alice needs them, I walk through the clubhouse and up to Alice’s room.
I settle her on the bed and sit down next to her. All the what ifs are going through my head, and as I look down at my hands, I see the blood on them.
Fuck, she deserves better than this. She deserves a life away from this. I could have killed that man—hell, I still might.
Gently, I rise from the bed and walk into the adjoining bathroom. I quickly wash my hands, and after looking in the mirror and seeing the blood on my face, I wash that off too.
“Greyson?” Alice calls from the other room.
I dry my face and my hands on a towel hanging on the wall and walk back into the bedroom. Alice looks so small on the bed, and I want to lie down next to her and hold her, but I don’t dare.
I stuff my hands in my pockets. “Are you okay?”
She nods, still wide-eyed.
I walk closer to the bed. “I’m sorry. I should have…”
She sits up and groans. I hold my hands out to her. “What is it? What’s wrong… Did he?—?”
She’s looking at me blankly and then shakes her head. “He didn’t hurt me… not like that. You got there before he hit me.” She touches her ribs. “But I think I’m a little bruised from him holding me.”
I fist my hands at my sides. “Can I look at it?”
“Will you help me, Grey?”
I let out a breath. “Honey, whatever you need, I’m here for you.”
She slides to the side of the bed, and just that small movement seems to take it out of her. She groans as she stands up. “I would like to shower and get out of these clothes.”
I don’t want to leave her. I also know we don’t have the type of relationship where I can just stand here and watch her undress. But I don’t want to walk out.
She’s holding the hem of her shirt. “I don’t want you to leave. I know there are things you need to do, but I don’t want to be alone.”
I nod. Hell, I don’t want to leave, but I want her to be comfortable too. Especially after everything that she went through tonight. “I can stand outside the door if you want me to get Lexi or Emily to help you.”
She bites her lower lip and seems to think about it. “I’d rather you help me.”
